I refused to call out a repairman, because I was sure it was just my hob being silly.
The oven part of my cooker was still working, so logic said, the wire was still sending power to the cooker.
Meaning the E4 error was just in my hob's head.
Basically it was just being stupid and needed to grow a spine.
However Sunday morning when the error was still flashing, and no amount of pushing buttons, turning knob and switching of the power, seemed to be fixing it. I had resigned myself to the horror. I might just have to admit defeat and call a man.
Actually that is a bit sexist, it could have been a women repairperson, but that is not important. It was more my hob was winning the battle of wills.
The last few days in my household has been a whirl wind of my husband doing DIY. Christmas over and New Year hangover recovered from. It was time to do all those little jobs that had trickled over from 2017 and needed to be dealt with pronto.
A number of shelves had been erected to utilise the cupboard space under the stairs.
And the large cupboard in the kitchen.
Please bear with me. I have a little theory which I need to back up.
This socket is an eyesore on my lovely cream walls in my French Grey kitchen. But sadly it needs to be orange because it is also the switch for the cooker.
Sunday evening I fancied a cup of tea, and old habits die hard, I turned the hob on by accident.
Of course I was very happy and so was my husband, as this meant we wouldn't have a repair bill coming in. But it left us with the question.
What voodoo magic had just been performed?
Now we could put it down to the 4th of Jan 4E curse and fairies fixed it on the lucky 7th Jan.
Although it would be nice to believe there is a magical force within my home I had another answer.
The plugging in of the drill had rebooted the Hob.
My Husband wasn't convinced, but it was a better theory then some magic being preformed, so for the now that is the what we are going with.
