Now… less drastic …
The microwave died a few days ago.
My beautiful burgundy-red microwave - it just gave up the ghost.
We dashed over to HN with 10 minutes to spare, and bought one of those 42 litre snart inverter microwaves. It fits in the cavity where the previous one sat, but insufficient room for proper airflow… so I’m going to have to get new kitchen cupboards in that space. (We’ll wait until we have the oven replaced as it’s in the same area.)
Microwave cart needed. I have had my eye on a gorgeous one for a couple of years - Catskill Craftsmen in the US, and P of K used to have them, imported from the US. They no longer do, so I thought I’d see if I could buy directly and get it forwarded here. Oh no… they’ve just closed down for “unavoidable reasons”.
But it didn’t stop me. I tracked down the model that I wanted from a store in the US.
And in the meantime we’re improvising.
Today Ichabod disgraced himself at the bottom of the stairs. Mum accidentally stepped into the evidence; I called out a warning which only served to get the door loosening from her grip and smacking into the huge framed artwork I was moving. Snack shatter tinkle aaagh! Glass everywhere - dangerous long shards with menacing points, jagged pieces in odd shapes, smaller bits, tiny sparkling splinters everywhere, all over the floor.
Operation wee-mopping and operation glass-removing… while mum was told not to walk anywhere as I needed to clean the bottom of her boots.
The glass was so intimidating… so much of it! I used my sharps-proof gloves, dustpan and brush, rubbish claw thing, and large box. Vacuuming still needed, I think, but I’m exhausted.
