Fate as a Washing Machine

You know, I did have a post planned for today, and I'd also hoped to make some progress with a new story for The Sleaze, but, as usual, fate intervened to blow me off course. In this case fate took the form of my washing machine, which this evening decided to malfunction spectacularly. My kitchen floor is now swimming in water after I had to take emergency measures to recover my clothes from the infernal device. I think I've tracked the problem down to a blockage in a waste pipe. I'm about to make a second attempt at the spin cycle. Fingers crossed.