Monday, October 20, 2003
We broke the dishwasher last night. Well, I say we but that is really just being generous, it was my sisters fault. Something to do with turning it on and then forcing the knob around the wrong way. Anyway, I was alerted to this when she turns to me and says "Aimes, the dishwasher has been going for about three hours now, I think something might be wrong with it." You reckon? After I had lent my considerable technical expertise to the problem (turn it off then on again and wind knob round some more) much of the night was spent mop in hand. This incident has greatly decreased the attraction of house-sitting my parents house. Since it is nearly summer the heating angle is ceasing to be relevant, and now that I am reduced to doing the dishes it might be all over.
