We're in Cornwall, in a cottage booked by my sister, though she can't join us until tomorrow.
Came back lateish to put a pizza in the oven, only to find that the wretched thing wouldn't come on! The instructions say you have to 'use guesswork' with the controls, since the symbols are worn away, but it took us over 20 mins of faffing to get the bloody thing to come on at all!
I am almost more cross with dh than with the owners, since he doesn't want me to send a very stiff email at once - sometimes his bending over backwards to be 'nice' really makes me so mad.
My sister has paid several hundred £ for a week at this cottage and I don't think I'm at remotely U to think it's just not acceptable to fail to provide an oven that just WORKS, with no faffing.
Different diets - AIBU?
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