What used to be the microwave was on the dining room counter, with every part lying separately, and the one responsible for the mayhem was sitting beside it, so busy that Gill did not see me walk into the dining room.
When Gillard saw the horrified expression on our face, he started swearing that he would repair it since it was not working.
I instantaneously called our husband Maurice, who consistently encouraged me and gave him an earful. Last month it was the toaster, Mori came home early from the a/c business to work on the quality a/c, he works as an a/c serviceman. Maurice aimed to achieve the best air quality in the homes and buildings Maurice tested and even in his own home. When he did not have a tight schedule, he would call our sibling Gillard to accompany him to do his assignments, especially when it had to do with heating plus air conditioning service. My sibling was fresh from school, and Gill enjoyed every second. After a few months, Gillard claimed to be an expert in a/c repair, and at first, I thought he was joking, but Maurice told me he was a quick learner and learned more about a/c yearly. Maurice said it would not be long before Gill started respectfully working on air conditioning replacements, on the other hand, In all the years I have been married to an a/c worker, the most I can do is update an a/c filter and reset the control unit, everything else about the multi-split a/c plan is foreign to me. If Maurice was not an a/c provider, the cooling industry could make a kill from me: any noise be it bad or good, I freak out and call the indoor comfort business.