Rant warning ahead.
I've got on fairly good terms with the borrowed sewing machine lately - to the extent that of the 32 clothing items I need to finish by Wednesday I've done all but the last eight and half.
The motor is giving up.
I am giving up.
I cannot find an easy way to replace the motor.
Have to admit, right now I want to do nothing more than throw jam jars at the nearest wall and scream a lot. This was my mum's solution to the insoluble and it sounds incredibly tempting.
Rant over. Blood pressure still up, but rant over.