I waved my washing machine goodbye last Monday morning, as it hitched a ride to town in the back of the ute. It's still away. The space it left in the laundry is now brimming with seven days worth of six people's dirty clothes.
My oven and cooktop have also had enough. A new gas stove sits in the shed ready to be installed. Not exactly my dream oven, the specs given were 'the cheapest you've got thanks'. With contractors all but totally unprocurable in these parts, we are about to remove the electric oven ourselves. I'll be the one in rubber soles with a prayer book in my back pocket. I'm sure I can google some instructions.
Meanwhile the wood-powered smoker is working a treat.
If like me, your first thought was that this contraption may indeed be a mailbox,
this image may have you wondering what the heck kind of mail is in there
We now have a cold room stocked with hams and bacon.