If you're not into DIY

And I'm not. I'm a mechanical, electrical, practical idiot. As my mother would have put it: Plenty brains, jist nae common sense...

So here are my current household nightmares:

I found this in the plastic rim of my washing machine. The machine is about 2 years old. Yes, it's still working fine. No funny burning smell. No odd noises. Should I ignore it and assume this 'nut' (if that's what it is) came from somewhere else and somehow found its way into the washing machine? Where from, I wonder?

Then there's this:

I found it underneath my chair. It's a very old revolving office chair. Maybe dating from the 1920s. I've had it renovated but sadly it no longer revolves. I've looked at the mechanism that holds it together but I can't see where this wee screw could have come from. The chair seems quite solid still. No squeaking. No tilting. I'm sitting on it right now. Can I safely ignore the screw? 

Are these mystery objects breeding in my wee flat? What will I find next? Is this some kind of torture? If it is, it's not going to work.  

It's amazing the things I can ignore if I have to. I once bought a phone that was meant to be attached to the kitchen wall. I followed the instructions and then discovered, no matter what I did, the phone fell off its wall mount. I stood it on the kitchen counter where it stayed for about 8 years until I changed my phone system, and then I threw it out, having never worked out why it didn't stay on the wall. 

I suppose being a practical eejit, I have to disagree with the saying: If it ain't broke, don't fix it. My motto would be: If it's broke but you can live with it, ignore it. This approach bothers other people more than me: after my birthday party, my retired joiner friend brought stuff up from the lounge for me. Instantly, he was bothered by the hasp (is that the word?) on my front door. It's a bit loose which can make it hard to turn the key. But I've found if I lean on it, the door locks no bother. He offered to come out of retirement to fix it. 

Looking at all this, I come up with two other words to describe my approach to life: laziness and procrastination. In fact, the Scottish expression Ah canny be ersed comes to mind. Works for me.