My friends - the purpose of life is to hear the shlurp shlurp of a Bosch dishwasher in mid cycle. The freedom to lie on your sofa, laptop on lap, whilst the work of the day is munched by a machine gives limitless happiness.
You see, for the past month we've been without our beloved washer of dishes. Unfortunately, we haven't the resources to keep buying new crockery, so (god forbid) we've had to wash them by hand!
I did what all men do when faced with broken machinery - stuck my ear against it and diagnosed the problem.
"Yup, it's the water pump." I told Miche, "We should order a new one - I'll fit it."
"Yeah, right!" She said, "I'll get a man in eh?"
"Nah, it's quite simple" I said with as much bravado as I could muster, "I can do it - dead easy."
That was four weeks ago.
Last Sunday, under duress, I peeked under the hood of the beast, with new pump in hand. Hmn...
Today Miche disregarded my male pride and got one of those magic men who can fix things to finish the job.
My pride hurts, but at least my hands are dry.