Oh dear, I’ve been sitting here for several minutes assigning personalities to each of my organs. I think I’m cracking up a little bit and had better pull myself together.
In fact, I’ve been quite sensible and purposeful today, dealing with various bits of domestic admin, writing letters, making phone calls. I’d planned this, as I’d succeeded in catching up with almost everything else, but was nearly waylaid by the dishwasher. It’s been struggling a bit recently, you see. It’s not very old, about four years I think, but for several weeks there has been water left in the bottom of the machine at the end of every wash. I’d press the reset buttons and it drained away, but it was not at all satisfactory. I’d got to the stage of having to clean the filter and the rotor arms after every use, sponge out the last of the water or else it got gungy after a day or two, and rinse crockery before putting it in, or the cleaning wasn’t good enough. I was sure that there was something blocking it, but there seemed to be no way of cleaning it completely.
So today, before giving in and phoning to get it serviced, I decided to make one last effort. I consulted the manual. I know, darlings, a last resort indeed. And it took a long time, because there was an awkward little screw that needed an Allen key, but I did the job and removed a surprising amount of limescale (surprising because we have a water softener and I use dishwasher tablets that are supposed to mean you don’t have to use salt, so there shouldn’t be limescale) and I hope it’ll be okay now.
What I don’t get, though, is why they make them so difficult to keep clean. Those rotor arms, for example. Things like mustard seeds and melon pips get caught in them and block the holes. Why don’t they make them so you can take them apart? I have to poke out blockages with a pin and bang it against the sink to shake the bits out. And the filter, you have to be able to bend right down to take it out to wash it. What if you can’t?
Year 7 Music again tomorrow. Whoopee!