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Re: Bosch WFL2450
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Called to similar, husband had fitted brushes, no wash or spin afterwards. I took the motor off, saw the commutator had been polished, then saw that the torx head screws holding the motor together were a bit chewed up. Stripped motor down, the contact blades of the brush holder plate were now bent, and not going into the spade connectors on the windings.
Straigtened them up and rebuilt motor, making sure the contact blades were located properley. Cost him more than if I had fitted the brushes.More likely filter blocked or pump jammed. Ace.
Re: Zanussi ZWF1220W
Hi Chris,
Should have said, Checked pressure switch, pressure chamber, pump and filter, all OK, Ace.Re: Amusing Anecdotes & Other Tales
Back in the old days 1960’s, I had a call to a washer, Got to the house , a note was pinned to the door, thought here we go , a wasted call. Note said, washer man, call round to back door and let youself in. Went round back and let myself in, thinking there would be another note. Instead I was greeted by a pair of very large spinsters, completely nude and at least 60 years old. The nearest one said come and get us, I did a Roger Bannister and run like hell.
During the peak of the ‘lump’, cowboy building, I had a call to a washer not taking in soap powder. The customer had only just moved in, her husband had connected the machine up. The washer had been working fine until they moved. However the machine had a strange smell, I asked her if it had been standing, replied only a couple of days. Switched machine on, hot valve buzzing, no water, cold valve working OK. Turned hot tap off, disconnected hose, held hose over sink and turned tap on, no water. Strange hissing sound and funny smell, the plumber had connected it to the gas pipe. Told the customer, not surprised she said, the toilets flush with hot water.
Bra Wires
A few years ago I went to an old Philips washing machine at a farm. Fault was something jammed in the drum. The husband let me in, I decided to tackle the job by removing the sump hose. Lying under the machine I removed the sump hose from the tub, feeling inside I found the problem. It was an extremely large and thick piece of wire, I managed to get an end out of the sump hole, gripping the wire with a pair of pliers I was having a real tug of war with it, suddenly the room went dark, but I carried on with the tug of war.
A female voice behind me asked if I had found the problem, I replied I had, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I said originally I had thought it was a bra wire, but it was too big and too heavy a gauge of wire, it was more like a heavy duty 2-gallon bucket handle or a piece of heavy wire off the farm. I carried on with the tug of war with the wire, after ten minutes of struggling the wire finally came out. Refitted sump hose and got up off the floor. Turning round I saw the woman for the first time, she was the largest female I had ever seen, I should have guessed, all the doors in the house were extra wide.
I showed her the wire, it was a bra wire, the woman promptly clouted me round the earhole and I saw stars, she said that was for being cheeky. Anyway she paid the bill and I have been back, I still say it would have been a good heavy duty handle for a 2-gallon bucket, although the bucket might be too small for it to fit.Called to a Hotpoint today, 95 series, electric tripping. Checked carbons first, very short but not enough to trip, must be heater, took front of machine off, tested heater, s/c. Hell of a job to remove heater, didn’t want to come out, finally come out. Holding it in was at least a ‘DD’ bra wire, I showed it to the husband, he didn’t have a clue what it was. I told him what it was, he shouted his wife, as he was in his early twenties I thought his wife must be worth seeing with large 😯 😳 . Much to my surprise his wife was very petite, with a ‘B’ cup at the most. He then starts having a go at his wife about the bra wire. I got paid and got out before the fun started.
About 6 months ago, I received a call to go to a Creda w/m, probably suspension. I had to be there at precisely 11 am, and she would meet me from work. I arrived at 10.55, I knocked on the door in case she was early. A woman answered the door dressed in jeans and just a bra, a 36D black lacy one ‘for the excitable readers’. She apologised for her state of undress, and said she had been on the sunbed. I thought ‘funny’, apart from the fact she was as white as a sheet, in theory she had only just come in from work.
Anyway she showed me to the washer, by the time I pulled it out (the washer) she had taken her bra off and was standing there in just her jeans. She said , do you like my tits, I replied “yes, they’re very nice”, and carried on looking at the washer. I am getting old, I’ve got tennis elbow in both arms, housemaids knee and a bad back.
Any way, by the time I had got off the floor after looking at the suspension on the washing machine she was completely naked.
She then said if you are not a tit man, you must be a ‘cat’ man (think about it). So I asked her where the cameras were, she said there weren’t any, she had a bet with her sister, that she could get off with the repairman. Any way I told her how much the washer would cost, and I wouldn’t charge her a call out. I was worth it for the entertainment.
Will auction the address at Sibson on Friday night, dont forget to take a set of shock absorbers.
More to follow if wanted Ace.Re: Tales From The Front Lines
Back in the olden days, I went to a Hoover 3224/6, sloping front Keymatic, (now they were what you called a bearing job), the fault was not emptying.
The machine was located in a large laundry room in a country mansion, at the far end of the room there were a very large quantity of wine bottles 😛 unfortunately empty, and some tall stools(for sitting on, for the comedians out there)).
Took the back off to look at the pump, nice pump with a large steel cooling fan. Usual blockage on these was shredded shirt collars and cuffs from the pulsator action. This one was different, wedged between the steel fan and pump frame was a shredded mouse. Turning the fan backwards to remove the mouse I received a sharp pain up my arm, (the machine was unplugged) I quickly snatched my arm out of the machine, on the end of my finger was its mate, a live mouse. I don’t know if it was the force of snatching my arm out, or the mouse was hanging on like grim death, but it flew through the air, with a chunk off the end of my finger. The mouse landed amongst the bottles, meanwhile the family cat which had been sitting in the doorway to the kitchen saw the mouse fly through the air, and decided to have it. Bottles were flying everywhere.
Whilst this was going on I was inspecting the end of my finger, every time my heart beat there was a squirt of blood from the hole left by the mouse. Found a piece of dirty tissue in my tool box, wrapped it around the hole in my finger, a piece of insulation tape round it, jobs a good ‘un.
Carried on with removing the mouse from the pump, tested it and was putting the back on.The cat and mouse were having fun with the bottles. Next, a red setter dog came through the door, saw the cat going daft, and it joined in the chase. Now stools were flying everywhere, as well as the bottles, the customer came in to see what all the noise was. I only got as far as saying ‘mou’ and she ran off screaming, leaving the door to the house open. The mouse (live one) saw its chance and shot off through the door, followed by the cat and the dog.
By now my finger was throbbing, and blood was dripping out of the tissue, thought bu**er this, wrote a bill and left, daren’t drop blood in the house.
I drove to the nearest hospital, a small cottage hospital and went to the casualty. They want to know if it is an industrial injury or an accident. I replied I don’t know, so they wanted to know what had happened. So I recited the story of the mouse, the cat and the dog.
All the nurses were laughing there heads off, (its okay, they were in a hospital). Next minute there were nurses and doctors coming from everywhere, wanted to hear the story . After 2½ hours of waiting and story telling they finally put some stitches in my finger, and it was the start of a course of Tetanus injections. (bend over type)
Was not funny at the time, Ace
Re: OWWW!!!! My knees!!!!
Hi Goatboy
More details on tne mussel extract, the one i use is called Optima Musseltone high potency 500mg GreenLipped Mussel Extract, there are 90 tablets for £9-95. Holland & Barratt have them as well as health shops.
Only side effect is that you ‘pee’ fluorescent yellow.
Two twice a day till the pain is gone and then you only need one a day.ace
Re: UK Whitegoods Meeting 5
Dave
please put me down for lunch on Friday, if not too late, no rooms required.
Thanks ace
