A very Western middle class problem, but our dishwasher broke down. We spent ages dithering about a replacement. Then the one we wanted couldn't be had - not even for ready money - from Curry's (so why was it on display, we never did find out...), so we went to the much hated Comet where we found something close to what we had wanted and an extremely sensible, helpful and unpushy shop assistant sold us the thing, including installation. D and one of his crew (they are still working on the house up the road... just very, very slowly...) had already kindly unplumbed the old one and plonked it in the garden for us (sealing the outlet pipe with sellotape, which didn't seem that secure, but hey-ho), so were keen for it to be delivered toute suite. Anyway the men turned up with the new machine earlier this week, and plumbed it in. Today, we tried it for the first time.
And nothing happened.
So with lots of shoving and pulling we pulled the machine out from under the kitchen units. To find that they hadn't switched it on at the plug socket. Sigh.
So it is currently sitting in the middle of the kitchen, working happily, but rather dominating the room...
Saturday 10 December 2011
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