Manfred Saves The Day.

This little pile of gooey doodah......no, it's not from my navel, before you say it.....came from deep within our washing machine. Yesterday it broke down and, in a vague attempt at machoistic 'it-can't-be-difficult-to-fix' bravado, I promptly flooded the kitchen.
Enter Manfred. At 9.10am, he was 20 minutes early, and he fixed it before 9.30, which meant he'd actually completed the job before he was meant to be here.
Manfred is German.
Ausgezeichnet.