This entry was kind of funny for me because I had to write about my relationship with the washing machine, which I don't have.
I just can't understand how this one works. I'm very skillful when it comes to know how things works, even without reading the guides, but this one, this one, is my Nemesis.
Maybe then you could think I don't wash my clothes and go around like a smelly hippie, but no, my mum does it for me. Yes, yes, I know I'm quite old for that, you don't need to say it.
Perhaps one day I'll finally learn how it works... or buy another one ;D