We bought our flat last year in July. Moved in, and all was dandy. A bit of paint on the walls, and a man with a big machine to make the floor shine, and me, my dad and my mate Steven made a shed*.
Two weeks ago, we noticed a funny smell. Nothing too bad, but just a bit off. It wasn’t the bins. I checked for any recent kills from our resident killer cat, Rupert, but nothing. It was the fridge, It stopped working one day. The light came on (at least when we opened the door), but the cold had gone, and the food was stretching forward to hit its sell by date.
So we bought a new one and got some nice fellas to come and pop it in the fridge hole. £600 down, we were safe in the knowledge that the kitchen was once again in full working order. Cold got cold, hot got hot, and wet got wet.
Yesterday, halfway through cooking dinner, the oven broke.
Just; kapput. The lights came on, but that was half the problem, the thermostat light wouldn’t go out.
So this morning, I’ve made another purchase on the new AO account. Oven arrives on Friday.
Moral of the story; kithen lights are survivors.
*this post doesn’t include music, but does include one shed