Yesterday while 'unloading' heard a small rattling sound from within the dishwasher, and the spring inside the door seems to have pinged off. Keep forgetting about this and going to open the door which then smashes down like a guillotine - so far only on my knee and shin, but quite possibly on one of the children's heads soon.
Last night DH was striding around manfully brandishing a screwdriver and threatening to take the door off and put the spring back himself. Am unpleasantly reminded of Alan Partridge and the trouser press. Does anyone know if this is a straightforward as DH seems to believe? Should we get a real man out??
I love my dishwasher. Along the rocky path of childrearing it has been a constant friend. I just want to make it better again. Please help... (sob, sob)