208

Saturday

I was sitting in the garden / enjoying the orange spring blossoming / when I heard Roni yelling from the house / "What the f**k! Where's all this water coming from?!" / A glance was enough to confirm / the dishwasher was still malfunctioning. / And needless to say our quiet Shabbat morning was over. / Together we / emptied the dishwasher / washed the dishes / dried buckets of water from the floor. / Once again I'll have to call the company / explain the problem / set a date / and wait at home from this to that o'clock / for Hayim to come and fix what he didn't fix last time. /