The gift from the Gods that is the Dishwasher

Ah, I have a sense of completion about me this evening. Even if it is a slightly knackered sense of completion. About 9 months ago my friend Heather really kindly gave me her old dishwasher as she was up grading her kitchen and was getting a grown up full sized one. Now this wee slimline effort has lived in the cupboard leading to the attic for the last 9 months and last week I thought it was time to embrace this technology (those that know me would say I should have embraced it ages ago as I am not famed for my liking of doing the dishes – may better things to be doing).

The first challenge was to remove the cupboard that the new beast was going to replace. Whilst this may seem easy, dismantling this thing and making sure the work surface stayed up.

Removing the cupboard also showed how badly finished some of the things in these flats are. The plasterboard does not meet the floor and there was rubble from the construction underneath the cupboard. I am glad I am re-fitting the whole kitchen this year!

With the cupboard out I also discovered a plug that had just been covered over, so I now have a separate source of power for the dishwasher and the washing machine :oD

Getting the dishwasher down the spiral staircase was an amazing feat of bloody mindedness on my part. I was going to do it and there was no option on that!

The plumbing part was, to my surprise, relatively easy. I bought a Y shaped splitter for the cold from B&Q and bobs-your-uncle it all worked.

To say that I am pleased would be an understatement. What with Dug coming to stay and Scott entertaining the Catalans at some time soon it is going to make life a lot easier and less fraught.