The Ugly Brown Oven is Dead ! Care factor Zero !
Friday night, breastfeeding on the couch. Dinner cooking.
All of a sudden there was a huge BANG from the kitchen .. 'what the hell was that?!?' I asked ?
AB ran down to check, but couldn't find anything amiss
( boy-eyes )
When I went to check on the meal, it was certainly cooked through, but not steaming hot. The oven door was warm, but I should have been getting heat blisters and I wasn't.
So after much fiddling, thwacking, investigating and pinging, we realised this time it really was dead. Sure we could pay some dude a call out fee and probably pay for a new part or something, but hey, I lived without an oven once for SIX YEARS ( involving not wanting the rental agent know we were keeping two cats on the premises illegally and also not wanting strangers in my house during the day while I was at work, pinching my knickers and stuff ).
I could do it again.
I seriously do not want to pay good money to get that heap of crap fixed.
The best thing about all this, was on that last day of pregancy, when i'd run out of options and was due in for an induction, I broke down. I was so upset and truly believed that entering into the hospital system early would = more intervention = emergency caesarian. Something I am/was truly fearful of.
So AB cheered me up by getting out the house plans and talking about the kitchen part of the renovation. He knows that just talking ideas and imagining spaces makes me happy, even if those plans may never eventuate, or are far in the future. I sniffled and snuffled and cheered up as we discussed design and placement. When it comes to me, this is the best diversionary tactic evah.
So, being fresh in the mind .. when the oven went bang, AB said to me we may just start on a kitchen renovation earlier than planned.
Which involves wall smashing and all sorts of good stuff.