Tuesday, March 28, 2017
A Dead PCB
The washing machine guy came yesterday morning. He looked at our sputtering machine and tried unsuccessfully to run a few cycles. The machine started and stopped, started and stopped. "It needs a new PCB," he said confidently, adding that he would describe the situation to our management company and they may elect to simply buy a new machine. He couldn't immediately fix it but will get back in touch when a decision has been made.
A PCB, I later found out, is a "printed circuit board." So for want of a computer part that seems to sell online for something like £50, they're going to throw away an entire washing machine?
Well, it's not my machine and not my decision. But hopefully they'll choose to have it repaired rather than scrapped.
Meanwhile, I'll be hauling our laundry up to the laundromat, I suppose.
The good news is, I was able to productively use the time I spent waiting for the repairman by doing our income taxes! Woo hoo! So they're out of the way for another year. Being American, we have to file with Uncle Sam even though we don't live in the states and we pay taxes here in the UK. We don't have to pay Uncle Sam -- he just wants to know what's going on. So every year we send him a report.
It always feels great to have that done. I feel 30 pounds lighter.
(Photo: Forsythia in East London on Sunday.)