Tumbley drier

Surprise of surprises the phone rang on Sunday night, about 8.30. It was tumble drier repair man wondering if he could pop round to fix the machine there and then.

Sure enough, an hour later he appeared and duly started taking the machine apart and prodding it with a multimeter. He’d brought along the spare part, (A temperature sensor) and I asked him how he knew that that’s what was wrong. He said it was a common fault. Fair enough.

So he took out the old sensor, screwed the new one in and turned the screwdriver just a little too tightly. Twang went the new sensor, now as busted as the old one.

Then, as he screwed it back together again, “Ah, there’s the problem” and he reaches into the steam outlet and yanks something around.

“That’s it fixed!” He proclaims.

Unfortunately it’s now without a temperature sensor and he’ll have to come back with a new one some other time.

Thanks, tumble-drier repair man.

Add comment February 9th, 2004

Not Worried

Friday night was spent in the lap of luxury. Well, sort of. It was a birthday bash at Tiger Tiger in Glasgow. I got to wander round Tiger Tiger with a special wrist-band that got me into the VIP lounge and everything. Felt like a footballer, so I did.

It was a party populated by lawyers and doctors but I didn’t feel as poor and scruffy as anticipated so that’s good.

Strangest moment however came in the the queue for the buffet from a young trainee solicitor. She asked “So what is it that you do?”

I’d carefully rehearsed the reply before leaving the house, “I’m a refuse collection engineer”. That’d get an amusing reaction. When it came to the crunch though, I chickened out and offered the truth.

“I’m a computer programmer”

“Oh. Ok. Well that’s good. Don’t worry though because I have a couple of friends who are into computers and they’re actually really nice people.”

Thank God for that, all my worrying is over.

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