Tempting fate.

So. The frontloading washing machine, which supposedly needed very special bolts of immobility before moving, was moved as you know without bolts because said procured bolts did not fit. So, our new-to-us mobile came with washer dryer, so we swapped in our old washer dryer into Mom and Dad's place[1] for their even older washer dryer. And the moved-without-bolts washer seems to be working just fine - three loads down, lets see what happens next.

We took the old old washer dryer to store in our shed (our shed is almost as big as our previous apartment (not, but it certainly is big), against future days of needing a functioning machine - they both work at least better than a rock in a stream and a windy day.

[1] Mom & Dad sold the house they built in Tappen, and moved into Salmon Arm into a condominium complex walking distance from things they need. It was chosen for proximity and an eye for future needs, not because they like it. For one thing, its appliances are old, and for another the kitchen was designed by someone who has never even made themselves a plate of toast - what a joke. Designers should be forced to live with what they design for five years before they are permitted to inflict their ideas on lesser beings. Their so-called ideas.