My Wonderful Singing Washing Machine

When we came over to Australia for a holiday in 2000 we spent some time with my sister on the Gold Coast.

One day, while we were sitting outside having a coffee, I heard what I thought was someone playing a xylophone (yes, I did have to spell check that word!). As Carol's boys were a bit old for those kind of toys I was a bit surprised to hear it. I was then informed that the noise had been the washing machine finishing it's cycle. I couldn't believe it. A singing washing machine! I had to have one!

You guessed it, one of our first purchases when we moved over was to buy my very own singing washing machine. Yes, I am a complete saddo.

The cats love it too. They sing along!