The Microwave

Today I inadvertantly ruined my Dad's day. I feel awful. All I wanted was to clean the inside of the microwave because it seriously needed cleaning, but I thought the bulges on the ceiling were bits of food that had stuck there and gone mouldy, and I wanted to scrape it off, only to find out too late that it was actually paint that had somehow bubbled, and now there was exposed rust on the inside. And then I saw the paint was peeling off the front area behind the door as well.

So I had to tell Dad about it in case he tried to use the microwave and it wasn't safe, and I'd already started looking online for microwaves. But it turns out he's very selective about what he wants from it. He wanted one that had a high power level, and that had a ceramic interior, and was large on the inside as well. But it was hard to find all those things, especially within a certain price range.

So he's spent most of the day looking for microwaves because I was wrong about it being simple to do. I really wanted to take as much of this burden off him as I could. I know he's got a lot of stress piled up already about various things, including the bathroom tap that no plumber seems to consider being worth their time fixing.

We probably needed a new microwave anyway if the interior paint was bubbling and it was getting rusty, but still.