Today I had 2 financial disasters: both the dishwasher and the fridge gave up the ghost. My fridge was a rather gorgeous, retro styled cream Smeg. Beautiful, expensive, but a bit crap really. My milk and eggs were always going off (not a metaphor for the savagery of aging or the ticking of my biological clock, just a reference to the Smeg's constant state of luke-warmness).
I have replaced it with a Baumatic Retro cream fridge freezer, half the price of a Smeg. In fact, I think I prefer it, it looks like the kind of fridge Samantha from Bewitched would use to store her love potions in. I love 1950s styled kitchens. I would really love a '50s diner-style, formica topped table and chairs.
I've also ordered a new dishwasher, I really couldn't live without one. I had to wash dishes today, in a sink, for the first time in 5 years. It was not pleasant. I felt like Hilda Ogden. Washing dishes by hand would be the first furry-slippered step towards a grim, northern middle age. Initially I may find myself innocently sporting pink rubber gloves and a jaunty apron, but soon I'd be bedecked in rollers and a headscarf and within a month I'd be pushing a tartan shopping trolley full of Fray Bentos pies round Lidl, wearing frosted coral lipstick and American tan tights. All because I was too stingy to buy a new dishwasher. It shall not happen!
I also need to find a handyman to do lots of jobs round the house. PC Adonis suggested I put carpet gripper on top of my fence, as a deterrent to the criminal denizens of the neighbourhood. I have to say, I like the idea of coming down every morning and finding half a dozen thuggish and greasy scuzz-hounds stuck by their shell-suits to the gripper rods, like bluebottles on fly paper! I could throw my rotten eggs at them. It would be like a 21st century version of the stocks!