The electrician is standing there looking at the oven. He arrived, in his lunch break, to look at it. My father made the cupboard it sits in. There is a flap at the top that you pull down to get out the baking trays etc. I keep the baking trays in the oven.
There are two reasons for this. One is that I am too short to reach the space easily. (Okay 5' AND half an inch for those of you who must know.) The other is that the flap kept banging down and hitting me on the head. It almost hit the electrician in the face when he pulled the oven out to investigate. His question indicates he knows my father quite well. My father "invents" things. He designs things. They frequently need to be redesigned. He is, after all, a magician. Magicians lead unnecessarily complex lives. I do not do magic.
So, I stand there and hold the flap up and the electrician investigates. It seems that the oven is inter-dependent on the clock. The clock has disintegrated inside. No new clocks are available.
He can by pass the clock so that I can heat things "but you really can't cook anything in it" because "the thermostat is a bit wonky and I can't get one of those either". He also had to take the door off to get at the control panel and the spring on one side hashad it.
"You know," he tells me, "I really think you need a new oven."
Oh. Well, he tried. I give him a jar of marmalade and remind him that we would like to have his bill this time. Last time my father ended up ringing his wife and saying, "Isn't it time he sent us a bill?"
After he had gone I still managed to produce food for eleven adults. When the others returned from their very nice day out we transported over to my sister's place and used her oven to heat things. She has a lot more space for entertaining anyway.
Now, if anyone has thoughts on ovens I will be interested.