Dishwasher Dilemma (Humour)

Yesterday, I walked out into the kitchen to discover another puddle on the floor,

“I’m gonna have to call you back” I said to my Mum on the phone. Promptly ending the call, I mopped up the water and dropped to my knees. Under the sink the cold water inlet was dripping prolifically again.

Having turned off the cold inlet and dislocated the inlet hose to the dishwasher, I removed and replaced the old PTFE tape.

“I still say we should get a plumber out to have a look at that”, Wolfie said.

“No point, I’m doing it now” I replied, rather matter-of-factly.

Having been left to my own devices, I tore off a new piece of tape and delicately wrapped the strip around the connector. With the cold inlet hose reconnected, I removed myself from the cupboard and leaned against the refridgerator for a few minutes to rest.

“I’ve just been chatting to a supervisor..” Wolfie said,

I shot him a look.

“Let me guess, control freak tendencies?” he asked, smirking.

“I’m just saying.. ” I said, holding my hands up defensively.

“It comes in my line of work, sweetheart.” he said with a shrug. The perks of being married to an employee of a national building management agency is that people usually know people, plumbers, electricians and carpenters included, and the pitfalls are usually that you never get to shop in the chemist again without being reminded of the fact that your husband’s employer looks after the store, along with all of the other places that you frequent that are maintained by the same firm.

With one last crank, I turned the flow back on and determined that the cold water inlet was once again leakproof. I got myself back on my feet and left the kitchen to fetch some dry clothes.

“I can recommend a good therapist” I muttered as I walked past.

Needless to say, I felt his palm swiftly connect with my ass for such cheek 😉

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