Cast your mind back to March 2012 when the Grand Pricks was underway in Melbourne and my bedroom was flooded by a burst pipe in the ensuite of the apartment above. It was stress we did not need. I ended up buying a new bed, and R, not to be left out, bought one too.
Water running down through my bedroom fan/light meant it had to be replaced, and it was. Someone paid, but not us.
My new fan looks the same as my old one, but it is not and here is why. From turn off at medium speed, all things being equal, here are the times to absolute rotation stop.
Guest bedroom, 1 minute and 21 seconds.
R's bedroom, 1 minute, 40 seconds.
My bedroom, 31 seconds.
I am not happy Jan. I like my bedroom appliances to be well greased and lubricated and they should spin free and easily. Clearly while it is newer, it will probably fail first, but given the reliability of fans, that might be after I am dead. R's fan wobbles terribly at high speed. I am sure it is well secured and it was clearly the winner in the free spinning stakes.
In other less important news, our friend in Japan has departed and is home. What a trouble free guest she was. Of course I have to say that as she reads my blog. Damn, I was going to set up the tripod and work out the timer on the camera and taken a threesome photo of us. Slipped my mind. She left us with some gifts, a bottle of Scotch, some wine, some yoghurt, some healthy muesli bars and some upmarket breakfast cereal.
We delayed our spring clean until February. We have put in some really hard yards to have the place looking nice for overseas visitors. Of course, no one notices clean, but they do notice dirty. Our abode may be modestly furnished and the carpet may be worn, but at the moment, it is as spotless as it can be.
As I am writing this, 9.20 pm, R has fallen asleep on the couch. He has to be up in a few hours to collect his sister and brother in law from the airport, at 2.05am. What a shame I am working tomorrow and I can't be of help.
Off to bed now, with earplugs in my ears. Geordie voices in the early hours of the morning are not to my taste. It will take me a day or so to tune into their accents.