....don't worry...no plans to be arrested....yet....more concerned with the ability of the ladies that I live with to understand that the blue lights on the front f the dishwasher ...when accompanied by an almost eerie silence do not mean " do nothing, do not approach this device, leave it to the professionals luv, the Sweeney will deal with it....once we've 'ad our dinner...."
Whilst I respect the attempt to stack dishes "tower of Hanoi" style so that they are remarkable vertical and taking up the minimum amount of mums cherished worktop space, the blue lights do in fact mean that
A) the washing cycle of the previous set of dishes that had also Been stacked neatly in a similar manner and that had been entered into the dark cavern which the ladies seem to fear in a Mordor like manner by me.....again.....has now ended and
B) the new tower of joy can now be entered into the darkness for a more than soul cleansing experience.
....ladies...whilst I may apologise for the occasional pair of briefs that float across the room and miss the laundry basket by slipping behind it....please feel free to ask how you can be of service with the dishwasher.
I hate to think that, like Master Frodo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, that I alone, have the one ring to rule them all and so am the only one who knows how to opperte a kitchen appliance.
Dear Marge, any clues how I can move this forward?
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