I had a medical appointment. R thought he would fill in the time without my scintillating presence by ironing. My presence was so scintillating and he was so fixated on my witty words, he began to iron before I left. Well, that was his intention, but the Shark iron died.
Gawd, it is only a couple of years old and it has failed.
"Oi you", R respectfully asked his kind and sharing companion of 34 years, "How old is the iron?"
I had a vague recollection of posting about our new Shark iron and I knew I had not typed the word shark too often in my blog, so I should be able to find it easily.
It was a really good iron, until it stopped working. To both my and R's astonishment, the iron is nearly ten years old. I wrote about it here. What is this talking thing I wrote about at the time? Neither R nor myself can remember and what I wrote then does not make it clear. But I do recall an American accented voice saying, 'Welcome to your new Shark iron'.
A new iron is a priority. There were many things on our to do list today. We caught one bus and about six trams and walked a bit too. Our third last errand was more christmas cake brandy (yes, the first cake was a fail and the remains of the brandy evaporated). The second last was a $5 iced coffee, so refreshing. The last was the iron. The Shark came from chuck out cheap table at a large retailer ten years ago. Lo and behold, the one we have bought today also came from the same chuck out cheap table at the same retailer. We enquired of the 'stealing our jobs Irish staff person' about a box and a manual. No Sir, that is why it is reduced from $120 to $60. I had embarrassed myself by asking about the manual. Firstly I knew it would be online, and secondly, do you really need a manual to know how to operate an iron? Irish man just kept talking, as the Irish do.
The ironing board is cluttering our lounge/dining area. I don't like. But our new iron is sitting there, ready to be used. R plugged it it and a pretty blue illuminated display lit up, terralyne curtains to linen and everything in between. R, sometimes more pessimistic than myself, immediately said, 'once this display fails, how will I know how to get it to the right setting?'. 'Hon, you will by then know how many times you have to press the button to get it to the hot setting.'
Russell Hobbs used to be an upmarket brand. I think it is a bit devalued now.