For once, not mine.
My washing machine withstood its move to Scotland very well, worked for two weeks then took early retirement. Amazingly, it still had two months of its guarantee left. Not so amazingly, they couldn't send anyone for 10 days.
So, yesterday morning, at 8.15am the man duly arrived to mend it. And stayed for over an hour. When I remarked on how long it was taking he replied “Yes. It seemed to be an electrical fault but I think its brain's gone.” I immediately experienced a surge of fellow-feeling towards my poor washer.
Anyway, eventually, the engineer did a test run and left, we put some washing in the machine and forgot about it – until it started pinging some 15 minutes in. Investigation showed it to be proclaiming not 'time remaining' but an Error Number. Another brain gone!
The man came again at 8am this morning. It's 8.50 and he's still here.
“There is always a well-known solution to every human problem - neat, plausible, and wrong.” H.L. Mencken