Morning all, and it is a beautiful mornng. Edward has gone to play golf, and I have been for a lovely walk around the harbour. Now I am confined to barracks waiting for the man from Hotpoint who will apparently be here between 11.19 and 14.19
Such a palaver - when I made the service call, I told them that a hinge was broken and gave them the model number and age of the fridge. The guy arrives last Thursday, first of all looks at the fridge declaring it to be 2004 - well, says I, it has only been here four years. Then he tells me that the hinge is the problem (no sh*t) and had he known the model number he could have brought one. When I expressed mild annoyance, he then maintained that he didn't have hinges in his van anyway. This after he had whined and whinged about where to park his van, refusing to believe me when I said I had never seen a car or van clamped in this area. He was such a miseryguts, obviously hates his job.
Ugh, poor Kaz, just be glad it is now and not in a couple of weeks.