Most of us take our household appliances for granted, but out here in the bush, with not much company around, we tend to treat ours like members of the family, or indeed loyal servants. After many years of loyal service, good old Sunbeam, who had unfortunately lost her lustre (oh yeah!) and was getting a bit tired of the morning routine, forever transforming whatever scraps of bread or crumpet we cared to jam into her slots. So, she was put into the aged care facility for old appliances aka the shipping container workshop.
On a trip to (the) Good Guys in Kalgoorlie we managed to snag the demo model of a Russell Hobbs ‘Paddington’ toaster for a good price, and next morning we invited Russell to do our toast. Now, because our house is off-the-grid in a very outer suburban location, we saw that Russell or Hobbsy as we had started to call him, was sucking up way too much power for our modest solar power system – at least 50% more than good ol’ Sunbeam. How Paddington! We should have known from his city accent and white sliced bread look.
Although it wasn’t really Russell’s fault (who didn’t check power usage on his bottom?), we had an immediate pow-wow (so to speak!) with him and explained that unfortunately we would have to let him go – to another home. And so he was gifted to Lifeline, for a worthy cause. He was cool with that as he was more an inner city kind of toaster guy anyway. With that name, doh!
On the next trip to Good Guys, with our power usage limit in mind, we spotted a stylish Italian model, ‘Icona Black’ DeLonghi, originally from Treviso, and after a brief chat (she spoke good English) we sealed the deal (another demo model!). Back home, Cona, as we call her, is already a happy member of the kitchen family, toasting well and contributing to la dolce vita, with her lovely Italian accent and black buxomness.
Even better, she found another Italian friend in the kitchen, Euro gas stove, actually still made in Northern Italy, so first generation immigrant to Australia (much of Cona’s family is now based in China). You should hear them, like old amiches reminiscing about la patria. If only we’d known Cona before last years’ trip to Italy, where we spent a night in Treviso, we might have connected with the DeLonghis. Oh, the world’s a small place, isn’t it?