Attacked in my own home - that was my terrifying fate today.
That I am writing this post shows I was not seriously injured but only a flimsy piece of plastic, yes plastic, saved me from injury!
I was in the kitchen this afternoon, the spin-drier was on and peace was broken only by the spinner’s drum whizzing round at high speed.
I was listening to the radio, a mug of steaming coffee on the worktop, when all hell broke loose - an almighty crashing, thumping hellish din - and the spin drier started to jump out its cupboard and run across the floor.
All the while the crashing continued: I started to run away when I saw the plastic lid and cover being driven off the metal body by the spinning, but loose, drum. Only its plastic lid saved me from the wild drum.
Switch the bloody thing off!
Finally I could act sensibly and I did, neatly side-stepping the rocking drier. Once the power was off, the spin-drier calmed down quickly and stood battered from within but unbowed.
A few quick turns from a screwdriver revealed fatal damage: the spin-drier having attacked me was dead.