Shit happens

The bearings for the washing machine came today so I decided to do it. This is some of the inner bearing - absolutely shagged. Quite a simple job really if you don't mind wielding a hefty copper mallet and it was all purring away like a new one by 1:30.

Talking of purring, I used our raised lawn as a soft workbench so as not to damage anything. The trouble is a local moggie had decided to use the same place as a toilet and I didn't realise until I could smell it; by which time it was all over the bloody drum.

Consequently I can see no moral grounds against throwing half-bricks at any cat that appears in our garden (and anyhow, they kill too many birds and I'm allergic to them).