It has been a bit of a week regarding things that should work. Firstly, the car. I don’t use my car a great deal so a planned solo trip some thirty miles over the border into Cornwall was a big event for it and me. Off I set. About twenty miles in, a little orange light showed up ABS. I was aware that this was something to do with brakes, a tad essential but I thought I’d keep going and hope it went away. Next a red light that looked like someone with a ball on their lap. I guessed (correctly as it turned out) that this was something to do with the airbag. I have been in a car when the airbag goes off; it definitely hadn’t but this now looked more serious so I pulled into a layby to summon assistance. Said trusty assistant, who was some forty minutes away, said ‘you are nearly there, keep going slowly and I’ll come along and have a look when you get there’.

I hang up and turn the ignition. Nothing, zilch, not even the strangled cow coughing noise. Another call to the trusty assistant who is on his way. I am now in a layby, in full sun, on the hottest day of the year with nothing at all to do for forty minutes. I am really bad at ‘nothing to do’. I am reluctant to use my phone whose battery drains like something that drains very quickly. The only blessing was I had opened the windows, which of course are electric, before everything died. I run through Cornish vocabulary in my head. This is frustrating as I have no means of looking things up when I can’t remember. The large lorry in front of me pulls out leaving a blessed patch of shade. More in desperation than hope, I try the ignition, ta dah! All working, I pull forward.

Trusty assistant and I have tracking things on our phones, not because we are obsessed with what the other is doing but in case I go for a walk on my own and fall in a ditch. I can see he is only ten minutes away. He arrives and agrees to follow me the remaining miles to my destination. We set off. A few minutes later the yellow light reappears, then the red light. I persevere. Just as I reach the outskirts of a town the CD player stops, then a few seconds later so does the car, with a gentle sort of ‘I’ve had enough’, it grinds to a halt. Good job I was only going slowly. I am now on the main road through north Cornwall, stationary, just as there are bollards to aid crossing the road on my right. My trusty assistant is behind me. We are totally blocking very a busy road. He rushes to my aid. I am not sure that a man of his advancing years should be pushing a car when the temperature is in the high twenties but needs must. Two slightly more appropriate car-pushers come to assist. My steering has locked, I am now stuck on a high kerb. We rectify this and I am able to pull on to a grass verge outside a vets, with my assistant behind me. A very long queue of traffic escapes. By now it is a good two hours since I left home. A big shout out to Penbode Vets in Bude. When I went to explain why I was parked on their verge, they offered refreshment, toilet facilities (hurrah) and the use of their air conditioned waiting room. I availed myself of one of these.

We ring the recovery service; I am covered under the breakdown cover of the trusty assistant. Oh. It turns out I am not, that’s new. The lovely vets have also provided the phone number of the garage. They can recover me in about an hour for an eye-watering sum (the garage is less than half a mile away) but can’t look at my car for a fortnight. Alternatively, they can recover me to a garage near home for very little extra. We opt for that. Trusty assistant meanwhile delivers me to where I was heading, only an hour late and returns to guard the car. In the end he was there two hours, then bless him, he waited to collect me from my day out. I did leave early but at least it wasn’t a totally wasted trip, even if it was an expensive one.

Then the dishwasher. I am new to dishwashers; this one came with the house. Apart from commercial dishwashers in places of work, I had never had anything to do with dishwashers before. I’ve been using this one a couple of times a week since I moved. I’ve run ‘cleaning washes’. I’ve even taken out the filter thingy and given it a bit of a wash, Increasingly though, things have come out of the dishwasher covered in stuck on gritty mank. I sought advice from dishwasher owning friends (pretty much everyone I know). ‘Maybe you’ve run out of salt’. Salt? Dishwashers need salt? ‘Or rinse aid’. This was getting more complicated by the minute. Sure enough I have red lights that indicate that I need both rinse aid and salt, who knew? ‘Oh and clean out the blades’. With a bit of tugging I remove the blades and they are best described as pretty unsavoury. With the aid of a needle and tweezers I even removed a piece of tape that ties up bread bags from those tiny holes. Some more expensive ‘three in one’ tablets were purchased. To be fair, the ones I inherited were also three in one but were probably a couple of years old. Do dishwasher tablets go out of date? The first wash went like a dream, the second one not quite so much – no mank but not everything was clean. Maybe I still need salt and rinse aid.

I am still not convinced I ‘get’ dishwashers. Mine is meant to take ten place settings – goodness knows how. My plates are too large for the underneath section and surely what you really want to wash is pots and pans. I can’t fit in all our roast dinner for two pots and pans without piling them up, which I understand is a no no. So my understanding is, you have to rinse stuff off (probably more than I have been) before you put it in and some stuff doesn’t always get clean, so you need to wash it afterwards, so really you might just as well wash it properly by hand in the first place. At the moment it just seems like a way to use electricity and a lot more water for not great results. It is however still a bit of a novelty, so I may buy the salt and rinse aid and persevere for a bit. The jury is definitely out.

Oh and good news about the car. It was a faulty alternator. This was new only a couple of months ago, so they replaced it totally free of charge, not even charging for the labour. Good job I went to my own garage and not the one near to where I ground to a spectacular halt.

Just because things are good, here is last week’s sunset, minutes from home.