Something like that

Monday October 20, 2008

The kitchen here came ‘fully equipped’ with appliances.  Rather worn appliances, as it turned out.  The dishwasher is an ex-dishwasher, and the washer is almost defunct, too.  Both have to go.  The refridgerator is not long for this world, either, though it’ll do for a while.

So today we went shopping for white goods.

“I don’t know about you,” I said, “but this is something I don’t want to have to repeat any time soon.  And I want the best machines we can find.”

“Easy, then,” said Graham.  ”We’ll go for Miele.”

“Gulp,” I said, feeling my wallet gripping tight to the inside of my pocket.

“Yup.  I know.  But it’ll be worth it.  Tell ya what.  You pay for the washer/dryer and I’ll pay for the dishwasher.”

“Fair enough.”

And that is what we did.  Gleaming new top of the line machines will be delivered on November 3, and the old junk ones taken away to where-ever such things go.  Meantime we have to hand-wash the pots and pans and find some way to force the washer to wash our growing pile of laundry.  It will not dry at all, and spins only at a minimum, but we’ll just have to do the best we can to dry the stuff the old fashioned way.  I’m praying for dry weather.

We’ll be more than ready for the new machines when they arrive.

 

Miele washer dryer

 

 

Miele dishwasher

 

“Dunno about you,” I said, “but I need coffee and a bite to eat after that.”

“For once I agree.”

And so we sat down in the hyper-Tesco’s just by the big consumer durables shed in Llansamlett and enjoyed a cooked breakfast.  Hit the spot just right, did that.

When you count the comfort food meals we’ve eaten this past week and a bit the calories mounts up in the most alarming way.  If it were not for the fact that moving house uses up the calories faster than you can stuff ‘em in, I’d be alarmed.  As it is, I’ve lost a little more around my waistline and Graham is leaner than ever.  I am however beginning to want to revert to a more normal diet, for both of us.  3,000 calories a day for Graham, and 1,800 for me.  And, soon as it stops raining, I’ll be out of the house with stick and camera, looking for a good medicine walk to see me through the winter.

Graham caught me looking out of the window, across the valley, all wistful-like.

“Wassamatter?” he demanded.

“I want it to stop raining so’s I can go for a walk.”

“Don’t hold your breath, then.  This is Wales, you know.  It’ll probably stop raining somewhere around January, when the snow starts.”

“I shall have to get some decent waterproof walking shoes, then.”

“Something like that, certainly.”

 

Across the valley