Shiney.

At last a new cooker. Don't have much space to play with but it fits. Donald and I collected it from the shop. The four foot something octogenarian that owns the place said I can give you a hand! Imagining all the possible ails that could befall her, like lying prone under the cooker I smiled sweetly and said we'd manage, and manage we did without killing either eachother or the wee octogenarian!