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Swedish for "what is wrong with it"
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lord_kjar found an ad on line for a one year old washing machine that they only wanted 800 SEK for (£74.31, or, $123 US). To which I said "what is wrong with it?". So he called them, and told them that he saw the ad and then he said words which literally translates to "that is a very good price", and I realized that was Swedish for "what is wrong with it?". Clearly the guy on the other end of the phone understood that too, since his reply was "We bought a bigger one and this one is in the way".
The timing of this find is perfect, since we had only just noticed the day before that the washer which came with the house has started leaking. Not much, but it is clearly a "needs maintenance" sign, and the bearings were starting to sound like they needed more oil. Not only that, but yesterday evening was the day his dad came round to our place with the workbench that his brother didn't want anymore but will be a welcome addition to our shop, so after unhooking the trailer (he plans to leave it here while he heads to the mountains for a few days, during which time we can unload the work bench, and then fill the trailer with the debris from tearing out the floor from the downstairs room and he will haul it off to the tip for us when he gets back, since neither of us have the correct sort of driver's licence to haul such a large trailer) they took dad's jeep to fetch the new washer (which wouldn't have fit into our car), and I celebrated by washing a load of laundry.
I wound up staying home from school most of this week--I came down with a cold on Monday morning. Not a serious one--I had a slight sore throat for a couple of days and a bit of the sniffles, but I was low energy and it is kinder to my classmates not to share the virus--just because it didn't cause me major problems doesn't mean that the next person would be so lucky. Luckily I was feeling better today, because Thursdays are reading class. Our current book is one that is needed for more than one class, and there are only a few copies of it available, so she isn't letting us keep them after class so we can read ahead. Instead we only have the time during class when we take turns reading out loud, with pauses in between to answer questions about words we don't understand and discussing the plot twists as they occur. Clearly this is not a class I want to miss! It would be painful to show up next week and jump into the story a chapter or three after I left off and not know what happened.
Despite the cold (he got it too, but kept going to work all week anyway), we still managed to finish ripping out the floor and started the process of cleaning out the mold from the concrete under it. Eventually, that room will be usable again.
lord_kjar found an ad on line for a one year old washing machine that they only wanted 800 SEK for (£74.31, or, $123 US). To which I said "what is wrong with it?". So he called them, and told them that he saw the ad and then he said words which literally translates to "that is a very good price", and I realized that was Swedish for "what is wrong with it?". Clearly the guy on the other end of the phone understood that too, since his reply was "We bought a bigger one and this one is in the way".The timing of this find is perfect, since we had only just noticed the day before that the washer which came with the house has started leaking. Not much, but it is clearly a "needs maintenance" sign, and the bearings were starting to sound like they needed more oil. Not only that, but yesterday evening was the day his dad came round to our place with the workbench that his brother didn't want anymore but will be a welcome addition to our shop, so after unhooking the trailer (he plans to leave it here while he heads to the mountains for a few days, during which time we can unload the work bench, and then fill the trailer with the debris from tearing out the floor from the downstairs room and he will haul it off to the tip for us when he gets back, since neither of us have the correct sort of driver's licence to haul such a large trailer) they took dad's jeep to fetch the new washer (which wouldn't have fit into our car), and I celebrated by washing a load of laundry.
I wound up staying home from school most of this week--I came down with a cold on Monday morning. Not a serious one--I had a slight sore throat for a couple of days and a bit of the sniffles, but I was low energy and it is kinder to my classmates not to share the virus--just because it didn't cause me major problems doesn't mean that the next person would be so lucky. Luckily I was feeling better today, because Thursdays are reading class. Our current book is one that is needed for more than one class, and there are only a few copies of it available, so she isn't letting us keep them after class so we can read ahead. Instead we only have the time during class when we take turns reading out loud, with pauses in between to answer questions about words we don't understand and discussing the plot twists as they occur. Clearly this is not a class I want to miss! It would be painful to show up next week and jump into the story a chapter or three after I left off and not know what happened.
Despite the cold (he got it too, but kept going to work all week anyway), we still managed to finish ripping out the floor and started the process of cleaning out the mold from the concrete under it. Eventually, that room will be usable again.