Some background
The last couple of days the first wife has been complaining the dish washer wasn't working properly. ( not me....the electric one)
Sooooo, last night while she was asleep I decide to have a look at this thing.
Welllllll!!!, are'nt they disgustings things when you get into the workings of em. Bluddy yukky crap in the pump, hoses and filters.
So this morning when her majesty awakes I announce that I've seen better sewage plants than the inside of our dishwasher. I tell her that I'm not eating off any plate that gets washed in that thing unless some-one cleans it more often.
That I think was when all hell broke loose.
She, her ladyship, then announces that that's just fine with her and maybe I can learn to cook as well as wash my own dishes.
Gawd, they're funny animals, she didn't even say thanks for me fixing the thing.
