Monday afternoon and the living is easy.
It's all ticking over nicely today, no dramas, no crisis', no panics. My chest and throat feel like rusty drawbridge hinges... I don't understand why, but that's the mental image created when I think of the inside of my neck and chest.
Today has been a day of broken warewashing equipment, but then again every day is a day of broken warewashing equipment. It's the way it goes. You have water, electricty, moving parts and waste food / cocktail sticks / slices of lemon / olives / stirrers / teaspoons all in the same place. The things are bound to break down.
That is not to say that we here at Ward's catering sell poor dishwashers and glasswashers. On the contrary, we sell nothing but the very best heavy duty equipment, and the very best of the medium duty equipment, and the very best of the budget equipment. However poor operational discipline, limescale build up, and the tricky nature of the tasks required of said equipment make for a recipe of a cocktail of explosively unreliable proportions. Still it keeps Mr F busy.