My hand mixer died on Tuesday so, in Sainsburys today, I bought myself a new one. When Husband saw it he said, 'Why did you buy a new one? I could have mended the old one.'
'It's 34 years old, dear. So I thought I'd go mad and spend £15.'
I'm delighted to have a husband who can mend things; but sometimes it's just not worth it.
7 comments:
My hand mixer set on fire last year, that was about 30 years old too.
That is how I ended up with the whizzy gadget that threw batter all round the kitchen :-)
Oh no! I'd better read the instructions I just threw in the bin!
It may be more exciting without reading the instructions ;-)
Wow! You had an antique! You should let him fix it and sell it for a fortune! lol
I think at the grand old age of 34, it deserved to be retired and given a decent burial. Perhaps you also need a new mop in case the batter fancies a trip around the kitchen.
Betcha the new one won't last 34 years :-(
Maybe, cherrypie, but I don't think I can cope with so much excitement.
I didn't think of that, leslie!
I think so, nick.
Very unlikely, stu.
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