Those of you who have read my other reviews will remember that at 38 weeks pregnant, I moved out of Dad's house and into my own little home. However, when M&M was first born, doting Grandad was able to bond as he saw her every single day. Every morning I would arrive, struggling through the door with our leaden car seat and my baby in her snow suit, place her carefully down in the living room under the window and head back out to the car to drag in binliners of washing. The previous occupants of my lock-stock-and-barrel home purchase had somehow managed without a tumble dryer and I was having to cart all my washing round to Dad's on a daily basis. I tried ...  Read the complete review

Ok, I admit it. When talking laundry, my green credentials fall flat on their face. My intentions are good, but my results suck monkey rude things. It is true. I do not like laundry. I do not like sorting smelly socks, retrieving sticky sweets from pockets, or pens, or five-pound notes, or precious trading cards. I wash them all, to deleterious effect. I do not like pegging out washing. I do not like ironing. The whole laundry shebang is far too effortful for a lazy person like Murphy. Sod the energy consumption ? I tumble dry far too much. This is why, when my old tumble dryer was deemed too geriatric to ...  Read the complete review

So what has a song title by UB40 got to do with a tumble dryer? Well the sequence of events that led up to buying the Creda advance condenser tumble dryer will forever remind me of this song. To begin at the beginning. We were on our third tumble dryer, these had all been Hoover’s which I suppose is not bad for 30 years we had never had much trouble with the machines and were quite happy until something peculiar started to happen, which at first seemed totally unrelated to the Tumble dryer. One morning I went into the kitchen to see both the cat and dog sitting staring at the cupboard under the sink, on examination to my horror I could ...  Read the complete review