What? We're still talking about the damn dishwasher? Sort of. Yesterday, the plumber came, as I said, and put the part on and left.
This morning, I step onto the little rug in front of the sink, which is wet. VERY wet. I, of course, blame the puppy monster, rinse the rug out, put it outside to dry, dry the floor underneath, try to make tea.
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