mostly david ephgrave

I'm in love with my dehumidifier. Perhaps I've pitched my appreciation for my most recently acquired household appliance too highly. I don’t want my affection to be misconstrued; you need to be careful about what you put on the Internet. I’m not attracted to my dehumidifier. I don’t crave intimacy with it. I’ve never dreamt of us growing old together; both living off my comfortable pension (ha); me, surprisingly sprightly in my late nineties, and my beloved EcoAir ECO DD122 Desiccant Dehumidifier still fully functioning, despite having long been rendered obsolete. When I say I’m in love with it, what I actually mean is it's extremely satisfying to use. There’s something strangely rewarding about emptying its two-litre reservoir at the end of the day, even though the only part I played in the deal was switching it on. Still, it couldn’t have done it without me. What is this new-found fascination with moisture removal? It’s like my Window Vac obsession all ov...