Once more unto the bleach

There was a pool of water under the dishwasher this morning and it seemed to be getting bigger as I did the breakfast washing up. So, once the bar was open it was out with the screwdrivers and off with the front cover of the machine.

Nothing visible. Odd. I took the bottom off the machine as well, but nothing was visibly wet. Then I decided to mop up the water with kitchen paper. This led to a number of interesting sensations.

Sensation #1 This water feels slimy
Sensation #2 This water smells of chlorine
Sensation #3 My fingers are burning- Aaarghhh!

The detergent (which in commercial machines is basically concentrated bleach) is pumped into the machine by a peristaltic pump - a smaller version of the kind used in medical situations. Two little rotating wheels squeeze a rubber tube and the detergent is moved along into the machine.

Or in our case out of the split in the tube and all over the floor.

With memories or £90 call out charges fresh in the memory I phoned the manufacturer and the part's on its way for a grand total of £12. L says the kitchen smells like a forensic lab. The floor is certainly very very clean.

No building work today, though the estimator for one of the joiners turned up thinking D*** was here (he's here a week tomorrow). There should be some joinery activity tomorrow. Oh, and the electrician's coming to install some new main switchgear and run four new feeds to various parts of the building.

And it's lovely weather. There's no-one in the bar, but lots of people standing outside holding pints in one hand and cigarettes in the other.