I was going to go and do the dishes but I thought I may as well type this up instead. That, and Top Gear is on and it's more fun watching that than washing dishes.
Luckily I can semi multi task. OK who am I kidding, I can't. This is being constructed mainly in ad breaks. Which, being Australian television, there are many. And many of great length.
Well, when I stated a few weeks ago that I thought Australians might be becoming more normal, I think I may have spoken too soon.
It all started out with a perfectly reasonable plan: we intended to purchase a washing machine. We proceeded to travel to the local Harvey Norman, and managed to identify a suitable candidate. After tearing myself away from the home theater projectors on special, we picked a machine, and decided to invest in a $28 power surge protector also, as the power here isn't the best. The nice salesman put it on an open "digital docket" and told us to see the cashier at the front.
So, off to the front desk. After waiting in the queue for 63 days, we finally got to the front. We split the cost down the middle, so we processed two transactions and proceeded to leave the store. Until, after a bit of frantic mental arithmetic, we determined we had been overcharged by $39. I wasn't going to stand for that, so I promptly sat down. No, just kidding. I decided to go back and see the lady at the front desk. So, back to the back of the queue... 48 days later we finally got back to the counter and explained our predicament. Turns out she had charged us for a 3rd surge protector which we didn't actually have nor wanted. The nice lady said she would sort it out, and told me to swipe my card and enter my pin and she would credit it back to my account. Which I duly did. And then realised she had actually charged me yet another $39...
After some apologetic gestures, she then actually did credit my card back the 2 x $39. She handed us the docket to go and pick up our washing machine from the depot, and we left to do precisely that. Except, when we got to the door, we realised the receipt we had been given was for a computer game, not a washing machine.
After a little cursing, we joined the queue for a third attempt. 27 days later, we got back to the front of the line. The lady gave us a bit of a strange look, as if to say "not you again". I then proceeded to explain our predicament. Our friendly cashier then turned as red as a beetroot and rapidly handed us the correct receipt and bid us farewell. After confirming it was indeed the correct piece of paper, and confirming that she hadn't somehow taken yet more money from me, we finally managed to successfully leave the shop.
We then went and collected the washing machine, and took it back home. Which was fairly straight forward, given the fun we had actually buying it.
So, plumbed it all up, gave it a test run... no leaks, all's well. Except, after a few loads, I noticed that the carpet in the adjoining room was wet...
Turns out there was a slow leak from the tap, which although was turned off when not used, allowed enough water through to slowly soak under the bottom of the wall. Brilliant. Ah well, the carpet needed replacing in that room anyway... hopefully the landlords not reading this.
Anyhow, not much else to report... works still going on, still interesting. Another public holiday next week, so another four day week.
I'm off to watch the rest of Top Gear and then do the dishes.
Here's a picture of a locomotive and a crab which our neighbour gave us.
CIAO.
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