The Dog Walker has been taking care of most of the laundry for a couple of months now. It has been an easy way for him to off-load some of my tasks. For the most part, he does a pretty good job, although occasionally I find a ball of gum or a random piece of wadded paper (hopefully none of them were important...)
On Wednesday morning, after all the craziness of the wedding, the Dog Walker tried to run a batch for me, but he kept getting an nF error on the washer. I tried everything. I cleaned out the filter, power-cycled it, pulled half the clothes out and ran it on a lower cycle, but nothing worked.
Then he came in to inform me that water was all over the top of the washer. "Niagara Falls!" as he described it. Well, it wasn't quite that bad, but there was definitely a large pool of water that could no longer be ignored. It was time to call in the big guns.
I told my sweetie...
A few hours later he had isolated and repaired the leaky faucet and all is running again. Unfortunately, those several down days have left me with this lovely stack (and I use that word loosely) of laundry and a fan that is still trying to dry out my carpet.
It must be Monday.