A Repatriation Sing-a-Long

I would say we were “established” in our new home, but that would be a big fat porky pie (lie). We are here with some of our things, and they’re mostly lying in various piles all over the house. But, we made it safely, as did the dog. 

I've already had a washing machine "incident". whereby it washed the dog blanket and then refused to drain, spin or otherwise relinquish the darn thing. I eventually managed to get the door open (with minimum water splosh) and the machine then happily continued the cycle on its own. Foolishly, I assumed the problem had been temporary so I put another "load" in. I use the term "load" with caution and derision since it consisted of about 7 garments. Yet again, the machine came to an abrupt halt at the drain cycle and I was forced to retrieve sopping wet clothes and perform the rinse and spin elements by hand. But yes, we are lurching around, trying to get things to work and trying not to make complete fools of ourselves in public. And of course, I wrote a little ditty about it. (Sung to the tune of “My Favourite Things”.) So get yer Julie on and sing along. 
Unfavourite Things
Washers that break down and dryers that half dryFront doors that don’t lock no matter how I tryLaminate flooring that’s like an ice rinkThese are becoming “unfavourite” things

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Light switches not in the rooms they are meant forDog nails that clack on the “nice” laminate floor4am wake up from birdies that singQuickly becoming “unfavourite” things
Chorus: When I can’t open the windowsWhen I’m feeling madI simply remember that shipment of thingsAnd then I don’t feel so bad2,3,4,5,6
Rubbish collectors that come once a fortnightShowers that barely fit hub, my it’s so tightCentigrade measures that make my head spinAdd to the list of “unfavourite” things
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Suitcases empty but no place to store themClothing unpacked but, OK, on the floor thenThree plastic beakers from which we all drinkComplete my list of “unfavourite” things
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Chorus:When the noises in the kitchenMake the doggy sadWe think of that shipment of favorite thingsAnd then we don’t FEEEEEEL SOOOOO BA-A-A-A-D.