[lighthearted]
DP grew up on the arse end of the moors and seemed to have absorbed the mentality that spending money was Bad, labour saving devices were Bad and Lazy and spending money on labour saving devices was the most awful thing you could ever do. If something had seen better days, he'd say it was fine, if it packed up altogether, he'd do his best to insist that we didn't really need one anyway and it was just as good doing things by hand.
This has backfired upon him on several occasions. He lasted six weeks washing clothes by hand in the bath because I certainly wasn't going to do it, particularly when there was a launderette round the corner to get us through until the end of the next month's payday can't imagine what happened twice/four weeks apart that made the prospect of doing my washing by hand less appealing. I put my foot down and ordered a decent vacuum cleaner after the £25 one he insisted would be fine turned out to be a heap of shit, which he then used quite happily. I've not washed up since my old dishwasher died sometime around 2014. I also ordered a replacement kettle, microwave and toaster when they've packed up and he just had to eye the new things with suspicion and try not to say 'How much did you spend on those?' before using them I pointed out that he shouldn't ask unless he wanted to know the answer.
If I'd had the money independently for everything, I'd have just ordered it. But we didn't and it would have been foolish to take out credit in case my work circumstances changed when I earned the majority of money. It's that part of teamwork where you need to agree significant expenses in my opinion - and if you disagree and make statements that it was fine washing up as a kid when there was a huge Belfast sink, a massive oak dresser to store things and a Rayburn to put trays in, together with a large garden and a breeze straight off the top of the moor to blow linens dry in about twenty minutes, you crack on, mate. Show me I'm wrong by doing all those things all by yourself. I'll wait.
Anyhow, after much bitching about how hard it is to cook when there's still the washing up from the previous week day's cooking to do first, the new dishwasher finally arrived on Friday. He installed it under direction on Saturday. He was taught how it works and how to use it Saturday afternoon. He now thinks they are a brilliant invention and 'it frees up so much time! And things are so clean! And the kitchen looks so tidy and so organised!'.
I have all the appliances I think we need. OK, they aren't necessarily the brands I'd have chosen in an ideal world because I'm an engineering snob, but whilst he's wittering on about the difference between the glass in the cupboard he was responsible for and the glass that's just come out of the dishwasher, I'm happily reorganising my tool cupboard and won't have to doublecheck a mug before putting coffee in it ever again.
I am pleased. We have something I knew we needed, he now accepts fully that we did need it, and I could easily deal with toilet brushes, cat bowls and mooncups all day long if I chose to 
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Anyhow, my question is;
AIBU (or evil) to wonder what his face is going to be like when we can't cook with gas anymore? Or how he's going to manage catering three meals a day on a bucket barbecue on the patio?