It was a mash, It was a Mixer Mash!

Couldn't resist getting the screwdriver out to see exactly how mullered the inside of the food mixer was....

It smelt of burning plastic when used, since Boxing Day and now rhe beaters are out of line crashing into each other and not turning without a lovely grating noise. It. Is. A. Dead. Mixer. It. Is. No. More....

Bestie in Somerset (diagnosis via Skype!!!) reckons I've stripped the gears!

Luckily the cakes I was making today are finished and it was only buttercream I was whisking!