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quinquegI am beginning to get annoyed.
See, our oven is completely out of commission until later this week. Last week, we noticed that the bottom heating element on the oven had broken. Literally. It had burned through itself, breaking into two pieces and leaving behind a small pile of ash. So, we figured we'd just clean it out and replace the element.
That's when the real trouble started. Somewhere in between yanking the old element out and wiring up the new one, the 17 year-old wiring decided to stop working properly. The oven turned on fine, the new heating element worked, but when we turned it off, the lights stayed on. Which meant there was some sort of fault somewhere, rendering the oven and stove likely unsafe.
We should be getting a new oven sometime later this week, but until then, there's no cooking. Only microwave meals. I think I may go mad.
On a tangent, my dad has perhaps the most hilarious phrase ever for a horrible electrical failure. Said as he went downstairs to switch the power on, "Let me know if it goes all arcy sparky!"
To which I could only respond dryly, "Don't worry, you'll hear the panicked screams of terror."
See, our oven is completely out of commission until later this week. Last week, we noticed that the bottom heating element on the oven had broken. Literally. It had burned through itself, breaking into two pieces and leaving behind a small pile of ash. So, we figured we'd just clean it out and replace the element.
That's when the real trouble started. Somewhere in between yanking the old element out and wiring up the new one, the 17 year-old wiring decided to stop working properly. The oven turned on fine, the new heating element worked, but when we turned it off, the lights stayed on. Which meant there was some sort of fault somewhere, rendering the oven and stove likely unsafe.
We should be getting a new oven sometime later this week, but until then, there's no cooking. Only microwave meals. I think I may go mad.
On a tangent, my dad has perhaps the most hilarious phrase ever for a horrible electrical failure. Said as he went downstairs to switch the power on, "Let me know if it goes all arcy sparky!"
To which I could only respond dryly, "Don't worry, you'll hear the panicked screams of terror."
