Several days ago my washing machine’s soul left its body. Apparently Necromancers who specialise in washing machine’s do not come cheap or quickly. As such In the last few days I have become acquainted with washing things by hand. It is straight up Medieval. I am now convinced that the washing machine might be the finest invention of the modern era, though I suspect I would have that feeling towards any appliance that breaks in my domicile. A broken refrigerator might throw an equally large spanner in my works. Occasionally I wish I knew more about whatever dark art brings back whitegoods from beyond the river styx, as I fear that any attempt at my current skill level would reunite us on the wrong side.