I'm so tired of this

Living on my own and not having a significant other, aside from being a bit at a loss for conversation, and other stuff... there are things that need to be done which really, really take the energy out of me. The gutters need cleaning out, but the ladder kills my feet and I'm very slow at it. There's mowing, which I don't mind, but cannot do when the sun is blazing (being a redhead I'd melt, or worse!).

Just now I've walked/dragged an 80kg (gross) washing machine from under the carport to the laundry. It's in its box (whoah! got the apostrophisation right there!), which made it easier, however I just hope that the image on the lid is correct and I have it in the slot the right way around... I really don't want to have to move it out, rotate it, and put it back in. I have to do this now as it's been sitting under the carport since Thursday afternoon at about 4:30pm when a friend delivered it for me.

Now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea while the sweat runs off my head, into my face, down my chin and generally south. Whew. Where's my Canteen bandana? I usually tie that around my forehead to stop the drips.

This is a very old picture of my place, pre BFS, pergola, and gardens.


Update:
Okay, the machine is working, it has a self-clean cycle. And it plays music, too!
Now, if I could just see the instructions on the washing cycles I could wash something.

Update II:
This washing machine is the Ant's Pants. Short wash is 28 minutes... and I can wash 3.5kg of lightly soiled stuff in that. Woohoo. The old one didn't have a cycle under one hour and 50 minutes! I can adjust the spin, water level, water temperature and heaven knows what else to tailor the wash to what I need.
Oh God. I'm so domesticated.
Sheesh.
A washing machine.
Pfft.

I hope I get the ride-on mower back next week. Then my life will be complete*!

*Not really, but it sounds good.