I waited all day Friday with baited breath. My husband came home at 10.30pm last night. I calmly asked if he'd had a nice day, enjoyed his work do, was it cold outside ... Then he asked if I'd gotten his text message? I hadn't! It said the man said the sewing machine would be OK. The screw had lost its thread, he replaced it and now it should be working fine. Thank goodness.
Back on track.