This is my microwave. And this is about what I thought had happened but hadn't. I bought this microwave in January 1994 after being offered a tiny annex to rent in Portbury. I've got very fond memories of this minute house, but for me it had everything including a kitchen area. The house had been converted from a pig sty for the owner Jo's mother, who sadly died before moving in. At fifteen feet square it had a single bed, a corner bath, a central wardrobe, an area to sit in and aforementioned kitchen. And an acre of garden to play in with chickens. The kitchen was so small I couldn't have a conventional cooker so I bought this microwave from Comet in Sunderland. It's a grill, oven and microwave and has travelled with me to various houses for all the time I've lived down south. Today however it stopped working mid cooking of a jacket potato. I was devastated thinking finally after 30 years it's given up. Oddly I felt quite sad. But then I checked the plug, it was half way out the socket. Of course it didn't work, it had no power. How or or why the plug worked it's way loose I have no idea. But I'm so glad it's working still, especially as at the time I took out a 3 year warranty which at £99 was almost the price of the thing in the first place. Such good value I'd say (and my mum got very annoyed that I'd been 'conned' into buying the warranty).
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