on a related note, my dishwasher whine (quite funny really):
I put stuff waiting to go in the dishwasher (which is in the laundry room) on the bit of worktop next to the door into the laundry room.
Ever since we got the dishwasher, Rob would bring his morning drinks mugs downstairs and place them carefully on the worktop next to the kettle (ie on the other side of the kitchen).
Then one day, several years later, he put his mugs carefully on the Waiting For The Dishwasher Worktop.
Which was great. Except that it was the day after we had cleared the laundry room ready for the building work, and the dishwasher was sitting unplumbed in the lounge.
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Date: 2009-05-07 09:52 am (UTC)I put stuff waiting to go in the dishwasher (which is in the laundry room) on the bit of worktop next to the door into the laundry room.
Ever since we got the dishwasher, Rob would bring his morning drinks mugs downstairs and place them carefully on the worktop next to the kettle (ie on the other side of the kitchen).
Then one day, several years later, he put his mugs carefully on the Waiting For The Dishwasher Worktop.
Which was great. Except that it was the day after we had cleared the laundry room ready for the building work, and the dishwasher was sitting unplumbed in the lounge.
And they say women's brains are incomprehensible.