A year and a half later it went from sitting in one corner unused to being installed in the middle of our kitchen as we were by then a family of four, I was home with a two year old, a new born and teeny tiny single sink with the brand new never used item mocking me from the corner of the room.
Story is, when we bought the house we had enough money to renovate the early 80's chocolate brown and avocado green kitchen by using the surplus funds from selling our old house. Sadly the bank, at the time, failed to notice our existing personal loan was based on the equity in our old home and so they used those left over funds to pay it off and then mention it to us... bless them.
And so, the ugly old (though reasonably sized) kitchen has stayed ugly and old... and then had a dishwasher in the middle of it of it for the past four years. Ugly, in the road but convenient in its own inconvenient way.
It stops you from being able to open the doors under the kitchen sink, have more than one person (holding their gut in mind you) to use the stove or oven and never try and open the fridge while the dishwasher is open... or try and get from one side of the kitchen to the other. Which is a pain as it’s a through way kitchen from one part of the house to the other.
Still, it helped cut down on the cleaning time (and improve the cleaning quality) of our dishes.
The dear old dishwasher went through the wars too. Its power button lost is full circuit connection and kept dropping out. We initially fixed this by taping it down but when that failed, shoving a bread clip in with the switch to keep it connected properly. Still, it worked and the dear old washer did its job for another year.
Then there was when the clips on the top shelf broke and could no longer stay upright with a full load unless you rammed a wooden fork/spoon onto the lower wrack to prop it up with. Still, it worked and the dear old washer kept chugging along for another year.
Sadly, the other night this all failed as the magic of the bread clip had been waning over the past few weeks and it had started surging with life, which would drop off when the connection was lost, only to surge back to life when it found it the connection again. We can only assume this little routine of it finally fried its brain from the thick smell of ozone, complete lack of life and dissipating cloud of black smoke (which my dad has always told me is the imp escaping an object showing it will never work again).
And so, onto the website of our closet dishwasher shop to get a new one. Guided by the wonderful Choice magazine's opinion of dishwashers, I decided on a new little beast for my home. I ordered it at this shops "ultra-fast, have it the same day" online system and was eventually told, when I went to pick it up on said same day, they had no record of my order so wouldn't give it to me... and yet conveniently kept my money. Bless them.
A few chosen words in my best "Velvet mallet" style email writing and two days after said purchase I finally got confirmation I had indeed bought the new dishwasher and, as I had explained how inconvenient (and a few lesser words I won't publish here) I thought they were, was offered free delivery. Good score, though half of me is still expecting THAT bill too.
And so, four days after the demise of our old machine, new one arrived and sat in the carport for a few hours while diligent hubby mopped all the water out of the old one. Then extracted it to be banished to the shed with our ever growing mountain of dead white goods and similar appliances.
I got to step in and scrub down all the cupboards and floors I'd not been able to really get to in that kitchen with a dishwasher in the way... and then lament on how BIG my scummy little kitchen really looked without a dishwasher in it.
This mildly depressing moment over, new one was installed. Once all sorted out and hubby referring to the manual while I just poked, prodded and played, it was powered on.
Bless the little dear, it even gives you a fanfare when it comes on or is switched off. Talk about letting you know its perky, ready and willing to clean.
Its quieter than the old one, giving our kettle the new titles of noisiest appliance in the kitchen and takes 3 hours to do a mega load... and, for just under 2 hours, do an auto wash on itself while empty.
Talk about not being able to do things by halves in this house.
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