OK, show of hands, if your housemate says that the dryer smells like burning, do you, A, call 911, or B, try to talk them out of calling because you can't smell it? And I wonder why I have such big brainweasels...
(Everything's all right, obviously, or I wouldn't be pausing to blog about it; the firemen checked the vent and concluded that the smell was the motor burning out, which is money-we-don't-have, as always, but at least not the house burning down. So, um, yeah, at least it happened when I was home to smell it...)
The firemen took the door of the laundry-cupboard off and Weasel is already trying to fall down the back of the displaced unit.
(Everything's all right, obviously, or I wouldn't be pausing to blog about it; the firemen checked the vent and concluded that the smell was the motor burning out, which is money-we-don't-have, as always, but at least not the house burning down. So, um, yeah, at least it happened when I was home to smell it...)
The firemen took the door of the laundry-cupboard off and Weasel is already trying to fall down the back of the displaced unit.
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