Machines and massages

Having waited in for someone to come and look at my washing machine (spent 20 minutes taking it apart and then said he needed to come back later), this afternoon’s Indian head massage was much needed. I was so chilled, I was walking around town afterwards feeling like I was in a half-drunken daze. The super-chilled feeling lasted a couple of hours until the repairman called to say he wasn’t coming back today and will need to take the machine away for a few days to get it fixed. In the meantime, the washing pile is taking on mountainous proportions.