The washing machine died the other day.

Today, we went on a bike ride through the mud and came across a washing machine in someone’s yard. Mama asked if she could have it; the owner said yes; she also said it was in perfect working order.

We hotfooted it back home and Liv and I jumped into Tan’s horseless carriage and sped off to collect it. On closer inspection, the crappy piece of merchandise was minus its pump and drivebelt. So we came home empty handed.

The moral of this story is have a good look in the mouth of any gift horse before returning to collect it.

Remember to read Mama’s letter below …