long time readers of this blog will know of our chequered history with household appliances. There was the tesco toaster. The kettle saga. And of course, the incident of the cat in the toaster.
Sadly, this week, the toaster in the above post, which had given us long and honourable service once de-moused, went pht. (Apparently elsewhere on this blog that is spelt Fut. I think you’re wrong there dearest.) Dramatically, and determinedly, and it appears, not to be resuscitated. I’ve been advised to get in touch with Dualit, who are supposed to make sturdier devices than this, after all, it’s only lasted 6 and a half years so far.
It’s not been a good year for household appliances, fixtures and fittings. There was the radiator, only a year old, that fired water all over the place. The vax that we inherited appears to have stopped circulating shampoo. And as Tim hoovered up the inefficient stain removing stuff that I tried to rescue the carpet with, the cylinder hoover gave up.
It deserved an honourable retirement – Tim thinks he’s had it 20 years. I voted for replacing it with a cylinder upright, maybe with the concession of a handheld vacuum cleaner for those difficult to reach corners. Instead, Tim found a local shop that stocked a replacement part for the plastic joint that had snapped, and now we have a shiny metal part and perhaps a hoover which will last another 20 years.
‘Cos you can’t buy them like that any more. We live in a frighteningly disposable society, and as a family, we don’t like it. We’d prefer not to be contributing to the vast piles of rubbish everywhere, and if you don’t know why, it’s partly down to watching the Story of Stuff.
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