We’ve just had our oven professionally cleaned by a nice man with lots of clever chemicals. Honestly, we needed it. It was seriously, seriously icky, and now the cat uses the oven to play with the funny-looking kitty reflected in its shiny door.
Anyway, as I chatted away to the cleaner guy, I imagined a service provided by a professional implement-maintenance service. They will polish your paddles, soak your old canes back to suppleness, and re-tie your birch rods as you wait.
I’m rather glad they don’t exist, actually. I’d rather all those toys went unmaintained.
I thought you were going to go down a different tack, m’dear…. after all, *someone* should surely have been punished for letting our oven get into such a state.
But I’m now sensing that a cane-soaking may be appropriate this weekend – purely to help you determine whether your business idea is a good one, you understand. We could try a sample before and after the soaking, to measure the improvement in its effectiveness. That nice thick-but-light one in the school canes box, for example…
Must admit Haron, I could tell you were heading for trouble with this post, even though I’ve always thought oven cleaning to be a job for the man of the house… 😉
‘Course it’s a man’s job. Particularly if he’s the only person who every cooks.
I’m actually surprised Haron even knew where to find the cooker when the guy arrived to clean it 😉