Satans floor covering saga just gets worse.
I gets home in a vile and shitty mood, after a totally crap morning of chasing me tail for no financial reward whatsoever, to be greeted with..."the washing machine won't work".
So I's have to drag the washing machine out to check the plug fuse, and managed to damage the new floor covering in the process.
"Lift the machine up, don't drag it" is all she can scream at me, as my temper and bloody blood pressure get worse by the micro second.
Give me the strength of a herd of bastard stampeding widerbeast.
"I can't you raging munter. Firstly it weighs about 9 million tons, and secondly it stuffed under the worktop, and because of your useless gormless rabid twatish shitty new floor
covering lino, the gap has now been further reduced to approx 0.5 of a whoering cm."
The wires in the plug had been strained to breaking point and blown the fuse when the carpet toss pot fitter dragged the machine out yesterday...nice and easy on the existing tiles.
The kitchen is now covered in water, and her precious new LINO is torn.
Carpet tiles,as I suggested, would have been easily lifted up and repalced without fuss after.
I'm seriously considering suicide presently, as I HAVE now lost the will to carry on with this muppet show.
I'm going for a lie down.