Category: Oh no…

The end of the cooktop nightmare… I hope!

For those of you who are jumping in right now… here is a quick recap, just for you.

A week ago, I managed to ruin my glass induction cooktop by starting to many large pots (making broth) at the same time.

Well that was not the worst of it. A couple of day after I got a new cooktop into the house, I manage to drop a heavy glass jar on it and and yep… it breaks into “a thousand” pieces (well not really a thousand.. but you get the drift). Now luckily as part of the deal, when I bought the new one, I got and extra coverage insurance with it.. that should cover this type of accidents….

Part 3 of the cooktop/broth cooking saga: 

So I’ve got good news, great news and maybe some slightly less good news!  

Lets do the good news first:

The day after my accident (yes, it was an accident.. I did not thrown that glass jar on my brand spanking new cooktop) I called the insurance company, and “Yes, off course. We will cover this. This happens more than you know. No problem. Just take it back to where you bought it, and they will either fix it or get you a new”.

Whoa, it that isn’t good news I don’t know what good news are. I felt so relieved (wouldn’t that have been a nightmare if the answer was no… after all, it was an expensive cooktop).

So B and I took off with the broken one, back to where we bought it in the first place.

Some info you need to know: 

When I bought the cooktop, we were alternating between two models. We picked the one that was the most powerful of the two. When picking it, I had discussed with the seller that me keeping it, was contingent of us being able to use all my pots and pans on it (and yes.. every one of them works on inductions cooktop, as this was what I had before). If I couldn’t make them work I would probably be back to swap it for the other model (which was no problem as they have a 30 day return policy).

Now… it turns out that some of my pots did not work, especially my espresso brewing pot and my butter warmer/melting pot which had bottoms to small for the induction plate to detect them 😦

As a result.. B and I had concluded that choice number two would probably be a better solution… and we had just concluded this, when the accident happened. Oh noooo, now the big question was, would we still be able to swap the cooktop for our second choice?

And here comes the great news:

The answer was yes.. whoohoo!!! The seller graciously decided to let us swap… even though the other one was broken. So home we came with another brand spanking new cooktop. And this one works perfectly for all my pots. What a relief 🙂

Now.. the less than stellar news (and this is something I can live with, IF all goes according to plan)

Since the “old one” has to be sent in for repair as it’s an insurance issue, the shop could not mark it in their systems as a returned piece, yet. Which means that we have to wait for it to be repaired, returned to the shop and then they can do an official product swap (old in, new out)

Since this might take weeks.. they have given me the new one, as a “new sale”, by creating an invoice with a 30 day due date.

What does this mean for me? If all goes according to plan.. I have no problem, as they will just do a swap and the invoice goes away.

If all goes belly up.. it means I have an invoice that is due in 30 days that need to be paid… as I’m registered in the shop as having bought two cooktops.

Now… the seller did tell me he would postpone the due date, if it takes a long time for the repair to go through, so in theory there should be no problem…

From the sellers mouth, to Gods ears.. I hope that is true! 

I will know in a few weeks time, and hopefully, this will be the last you guys hear about this 😉

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My broth cooking nightmare!

I mentioned the other day I was cooking broth for future use. And as a result.. my cooktop blew up!

Part 2 of the cooktop/broth cooking saga: 

So, we got this cooktop safely into the house. As usual (as happens when I get new stuff) I got a slightly more expensive cooktop that what the original repair would have been.

When I bought my last one, I got one that had gotten very good reviews and was somewhat expensive. It fitted nicely into the house, and worked brilliantly (until I just had to push the limit).

So this time around, I figured I would get a decent one, more or less in the same price bracket as what I paid for my old one (as I had been really happy with it).

When you buy new electric items these days, it’s quite common that they will try to sell you/offer you an extra coverage insurance to go with the product.

I never buy these extra coverage insurances (as we are really well protected with regular warranties here in Norway).. but this time around they offered it for free. The offer was, either 45 dollars off the purchase price, or a 5 year user insurance worth 90 dollars.

As the insurance will give you a new product if you for example drop something on the cooktop, and the glass break, I figured, why not! That might be a good idea, even though I have never had that happen to me before. So I said yes thank you, I’ll take the insurance, thinking, I would never ever need this…

Little did I know… it was an omen of things to come!

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Yesterday… while moving a coconut oil jar across the cooktop… the jar and the top (which I was holding) decided to divorce each other and BANG the glass jar hit the cooktop and shards flew everywhere!

Oh, noooooo.. that sinking feeling looking down at a brand spanking new broken cooktop…

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I think I give up…

This batch of broth is becoming awfully expensive (note to self.. next time just buy the darn thing in the shop).

A couple of you mentioned in your comments on my last post, that you would take the top breaking to be a sign to never cook again… well.. I’m inclined to agree with you…

So now what? 

Well now, I have to wait until tomorrow, to call the insurance company and see what they have to say about it. In the meantime… I’m glad I haven’t tossed my old half working one, as it looks like I might just need it 😦

The saga continues…

A stepladder’s revenge!

We’ve had beautiful weather the last few days, I mean seriously gorgeous weather, nice and warm, like 25-26 degrees C in the shade.

So you know the whole nation of Norway (OK, maybe just the people on the south-west coast), is out and about, rather than sitting cooped up inside.

It makes perfect sense to me to use these warm days getting stuff done in the respective gardens, and yesterday it was my stepmoms allotment that was being worked. B (being the nice guy he is) handled the cutting of the grass, while I was working my fingers to the bone, cutting a large hedge, with an electric hedge trimmer.

It was all going pretty well, I was down to the last  few yards, when suddenly the stepladder I was on, decided it had had enough of it all.

I had gotten up on top of it and was leaning in with my hands on my hedge trimmer to start working on the top of the hedge, when the ladder decided to just take off with me on top. It fell outwards and I had no choice but to follow (as I did have my feet firmly planted on the top step).

And I crashed… hard!  Mostly on top of the darn thing! And let me tell you, that stepladder have some sharp edges 😦   All I remember is hitting the ground hard on my right shoulder, enough that I needed to catch my breath (a few minutes), before I managed to scrape myself off the ground.

I decided to call it a night, there was no way I was going to tempt fate getting back up and finish that hedge. That particular decision might have had something to do with the fact I was bleeding all over the place, from scrapes on my leg and shoulder, and I needed to clean that stuff off.

I’m not one to run of to the doctors prematurely, but it didn’t take me long to realise that my shoulder needed to be checked out, as I could no longer lift my arm. So off to the emergency room we went. 4 hours,  x-rays, one tetanus shot and 3 doctors later, I was declared OK. No broken bones 🙂  Just a severely internally bruised shoulder (leg, hip and neck).

I’ve been told it might take up to 3 weeks before it’s healed 😦

Which is quite a bummer, as friends from abroad came in this morning and we had been planning to go on hikes in the area (which demands a bit of climbing.. read: use my shoulder). I have garden plans, like clearing up plants and painting the garden brick wall. And not to forget I have my little scanning project.

I know that computer work is going to be out of the question the next few days (one hand typing), so guess what! Yepp, you are right, there won’t be a lot of sensible stuff out on this blog for a little while. I might post a picture or two, depending on what my friends and I are up to.. but actual words! Probably not… much 😉

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Yepp… that would be me!

Pretty, ain’t it?

Darn that car…

It’s November, and the days seems to just run away from me (what else is new, right?)  🙂

I had this idea that November would be the month I would get into a posting schedule again.

Well,  that was until my right hand (index and middle finger) had a very close encounter with my car door. So much so that the door completely closed shut on my index finger..  NOT a very pleasant experience.. ouch 😦

I was parking over at the shopping mall when a gust of wind got hold of the door before my hand was completely clear. It took a second where I looked at my finger in shock, before I managed to unlock the door.

I grabbed my hurting hand and ran into the mall, rushed over to the one place I knew they just had to have ice… the sushi place. It was quite funny, I’m sure, watching this “old” lady running like a toonaloon through the mall (ok.. really just a couple shops into the mall) “yelling” at the staff

“I need ice”…

They were the sweetest guys on earth, finding loads of ice for me to cool down my fingers in hope that the swelling wouldn’t be to sever. They were all concerned about me having to have it checked out.

“It could be broken you know”

“Pffft, I’m sure it will be alright”.

Well guess what, after a somewhat sleepless night…

“Hey, doctor..!!”

You’d be happy to know, the doctor think I’ll live..

Me on the other hand….  It hurts like heck, and I’m sure my arm is going to fall off from the shock of it…

So guess what… until my fingers are in good enough shape that I can actually touch the darn things without feeling like my hand is exploding, I won’t be shaking anyones hand, or go a round with a prize winning boxing champion or for that sake, type 😉

 

A pile of mess!

It’s been a few days since my last post, and yes, I have recovered from my friends move in party  😉

While I’ve been busy with friends and move in party, it seem like my guestroom have had a “move in” party of it’s own. At least that’s what you would think, if you had taken a look, because it looks like a bomb went of in there.

As far as I know, no lives were lost during the bomb attack, but who knows what’s lurking in the shadows 😉

So. You are wondering, what on earth happened? Well so do I, kind off..

I have a tendency to use my guestroom as a “storage” area, for when I find things I want to get rid off. You know, that area you use to dump stuff, before it makes it out-the-door! I also tend to use it as room to stash things, that I haven’t sorted through yet.

Add several bags + an exercise ball (used as a chair) I brought with me from work, when I emptied my office a couple of weeks back. With that, what you have, is a recipe for disaster!

This room is no way fit for guests!

And my brother and his wife is coming over from UK tomorrow! Now mind you, they are staying at a hotel (phew),but if they want to stay over, I’d be hard pressed to find room for them in between the piles of crap, eh, sorry, stuff 😉

Hmmm, think it’s time to do something about it? I sure do!

So here it is.. my mess!
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Now… let’s see if I can’t get some of this stuff out-the-door…

A bump in the road!

Hi there!

I’m sorry I’ve been out of touch. I caught that dreaded winter cold, which put me out of commission for a few days 😦

I’m all better now 😉 so the last couple of days I’ve been trying to put together a post. For some reason, every time I sit down to write it, what ends up on “paper” is NOT even close to what I originally intended to write… it’s like my mind have an agenda on it’s own…!!!

And guess what, the result is a bunch of unfinished posts!

I’m coming to realise I might just have to let that topic, I’ve been mulling around, go… at least this time around, and maybe just write about something different, a lighter topic maybe?

So here I am, trying to get my ducks in a row…

While I’m figuring this out, please hang in there 🙂

 

PS. How do you guys handle “road bumps” in your writing?

Oops! Renewal problems!

Oops!

You might have noticed my domain name being down a couple of days, all I can say.. I’m still here!

It seems like I ran into a little hiccup with my automatic domain renewal, at my domain provider, and I’m sorry that the end result was me being off line and looking like I had completely disappeared.

As you can see, I’m still here, with no intention to go anywhere 😉 At least I will be here, as soon as the update have gone worldwide, which I have been told could take up to 24 hours. So by tomorrow December 21st, all should be back.

If not! Please let me know, so that I can yell at somebody 😉

Again – I’m sorry!

Note to myself: Double check, no triple check, next time an domain renewal is due…

 

TV Detox!

Lately I’ve gotten into a bad habit of turning the TV on early, and even though I don’t always look at it, it steels my attention and the result is that I’ve been spending way (and I mean waaaay) too much time in front of the tube. Yesterday I realized I need to give myself a detox. A TV detox.

Now, since there are a couple of programs that gives me immensely joy to watch, I’m giving myself a daily limit.

And my daily TV limit is – 1 hour.

I know for some this sounds like a lot, but from where I’ve been going lately, this is a severe restriction.

The same goes for my smartphone/iPad time. I tend to get a little engrossed when surfing the web, and before you know it, it’s been hours. So just for measures, I’m going to throw in some restrictions on this as well.

So here it is – no more than 1 hour combined Smartphone/iPad/PC use daily.

There might be one and only one exception to this rule! Sometimes preparing a post takes me longer than an hour. So should I run into that issue during my enforced detox, I have hereby granted myself permission to finish my post 🙂

Now, how long will this detox last? Hmmmmm, let’s see… Why don’t I start with two weeks and see how that goes.

So what if I fail? Then what?

Then! I get no TV whatsoever for a while….

When do I start? Well actually, I started today 😉

Why do I do it? Because I need to be more mindful on what I spend my time on…

And to steal a detail from my friend over at What I shed Today – Shedding style: reduce 😉

 

The inner workings of Heathrow airport!

Remember I told your that I spent some time packing up a clock, I was going to bring with me from London back to Norway? Well it turns out that that clock would take us to the inner workings of Heathrow airport on our way back!

You see, it’s a huge clock! It has a diameter of 122 cm (48 inches). Not exactly something you put in a regular suitcase!

I bought this clock when I was in London, over Christmas last year. It used to hang behind the bar, in my brothers “local” pub, The Bridge House. My brother and his wife lived just around the corner of this pub when they first moved to London, and even though they now have moved further away, they still stay faithful to their “local” pub. And I understand why!

The people that works there are super friendly, always smiling, keen to help and they make even me who don’t get to go there often, feel like part of the family 🙂 No wonder my brother choose to hold his wedding reception in their upstairs party room. They did a wonderful job, and did I mention, their food is really good!

Darn, sitting here, writing about it, makes me miss the place! Guess we need to get back to that clock! I had been searching forever for a big clock to hang in my home, and walking into the The Bridge House, over Christmas, I saw it hanging on the wall, and “fell in love” 🙂 It was made by an local artist, and I couldn’t believe it when Wayne (the owner) let me buy it from him. Big, BIG hug, Wayne 🙂

Turns out shipping wasn’t quite as easy as we thought it would be, so we decided I would bring it back with me on the plane on my May trip.

We packed the clock into a home-made “box”, really some thin mdf type plates, added some wooden pieces, nailed it all together and taped the heck out of the edges with duck tape 🙂

I was a bit nervous about if the airline would let it on the plane, but as soon as they checked it, I felt a sense if relief.

When I turned around to leave for the passport control, I got stopped… “Not so quick madam, you need to come with us!” What the heck? With a sinking feeling I followed this guy who was rolling away my “box”.

Now what? Through some big doors we went, into a tight looooong hallway, deeper and deeper into the inner workings of Heathrow airport. The guy didn’t speak English much, so an explanations wasn’t really forthcoming!

After something that felt like we’d been walking forever (probably really about 5 or 6 minutes) we stopped. The guy tried to put the “box”, which was starting to look as big as a house, through a machine… but nope, no luck! The box was to big, so onwards we went, twisting a turning around all sorts of things, in this low ceiling, dark, tight hallway.

I was starting to wonder were in the world we were going, when he finally stopped in front of some huge doors, and with not a word, he disappeared. And there I was, way into the dark dungeons of Heathrow airport, standing there like a fool, not knowing what was going on, no one around to explain. And no way to get back!!

Suddenly the doors “exploded” open (actually pretty calmly opened, but that doesn’t make for such a good story, now does it 😉 ) and I’m beckoned through, and are met by 3 burly men standing there in their yellow vest looking at me. Oh yeah, this feels really great…

Finally someone who spoke English (sort of). Turns out the machine he was trying to get the box through was an ex-ray machine. And since the box is to big, they have to manually check the box, could I please open it!

What!! Open it, did they know how long I had spend trying to put the darn thing together, and how there are nails, and how much duck tape I had used (and how I had nothing left). Well, turns out, they didn’t care, it had to be opened!

So now this hunt starts for someone with a manual scanner, something to cut the duct tape and some tape to put it back together with.

My goodness, I’m glad I decided to add a few hours to my airport time (just in case), because this wasn’t quite the easy transit I was expecting!

Thankfully, it turns out the guy who scanned it manually, was nice enough to let me not have to open it fully. (I think this was due to me showing a picture if what was inside, and fighting like hell not to have to open all of it. Since it would be a serious pain to put it back together, and they had no tools). Turns out, all I needed to do was open the edges enough for him to stick his magic scanning wand (and arm) into the box, from two different sides. Phew!

So about one hour after I checked the “darn” thing, the box was taped back up, the guys was smiling and I was worn out, but at least free to once again, try to find passport control 🙂

Remind me, NEVER to do this again 😉

You were wondering if it made it to Norway in one piece?

Yepp, it did, here is the box, with airport tape and all! And the clock? Well it haven’t made it to the walls yet, but it’s leaning pretty comfortable to a piece of furniture, for the time beeing 😉

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