Sure, a kitchen fan. Doesn't sound too terrible. But that is where this fan proved that theory wrong. Since moving into the flat in January, we have had it out for this fan as it has ruined worsened our lives. In the mornings, I would walk into the kitchen, prepared, to perform the task in there most time efficiently. I knew that after I turned on the light, I would have 1 minute and 50 seconds until the fan would stir. I would immediately have to flip the light switch off and then back on for silence to be mine for the next 1 minute and 30 seconds (shorter after the fan had been woken from its hiatus throughout the night). This process of me trying to out beat the fan by finishing my cooking, boiling, making in the kitchen with 1 minute intervals to flip the switch would continue until I could no longer bother with it and the fan would win. This fan was most annoying as to the sound it produced. Imagine the worst sound possible. For me, I always compared it to a cow dying but maybe that is a bit dramatic. Regardless, the sounds coming from this machine were comparable to nails on a chalkboard. And the sounds were of course, audible throughout the flat. I will now give you a mental image of "the fan".
As you can see, the fan looks lovely in our kitchen! Really brightens the place up. Regardless, we had taken measures of fixing the problem upon moving in. I told the letting agency twice that it was broken but little did they care. In my mind, as long as they thought it was broken when we moved in, it would be broken when we moved out. Bianca had also asked the repair man fixing the leaking bathroom ceiling to fix it or at least shut it up. His response was "wow, that is old, dirty, and sounds awful but it is technically not broken so I cannot help"......welp
I guess it should not matter because after 2 1/2 months of that fan, we will no longer have to torture ourselves or our ears. All in all, I am ecstatic and ready to use my kitchen in longer periods with less adrenaline. I will now leave y'all with one last and final picture of the fan (close up). It is somewhat scary and I think my mother, who is allergic to mold,dust, etc., would have a cow if she saw that in my living conditions. So here it is....
R.I.P fan. I am sure that the tenants after us will not appreciate the kitchen silence as we do now.
Yours faithfully (learned that this is the way to properly end a cover letter in the UK this week and now want to try it out for a while)
Yours Faithfully,
Cate

