Poem 395 – Installing Washing Machines

It always sounds straightforward
in the manual. Simply
remove the packaging,
undo the bolts and then
attach the pipe and hose.
Turn on the water. Pray
(it doesn’t say this but
I find I always do).

It always sounds straightforward
but bolts stick then they snap.
Attaching pipes requires
amazing acrobatic
acts behind the units.
Despite how tight you tighten,
the water always leaks.
I swear then pray some more.

This evening I installed a new washing machine. I think it’s sorted, but I won’t know until we use it. Of course to check all’s good, I’ll have to get behind it yet again to look for puddles…
(14.01.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Leif Christoph Gottwald on Unsplash

Poem 41 – Water, Water…

The cliché
It’s only when its gone you that you value what you had is no
Fabrication
One day the taps were running full flow, the next just
Expectation
A dribble, a seepage, anticlimax, there’s so much
Frustration
A quick flush requires an hour to refill needing
Coordination
Definitely a mystery worthy of Hercule Poirot’s
Investigation
But I doubt even he could solve it, so I’ve summoned a
Plumber

Waiting for the visit of a local plumber after an air bubble (I hope!) has caused an airlock in the system…
(22.11.21)

© Ben Quant 2021