This was due to the fact that we said we didn't have one, not due to any personal hygiene problems pointed out to us by aforementioned children.
Attenborough could have made a full length documentary on us.
We were like monkeys.
We shook it, we held it upside down.
We put it onto the charger, we took it off.
We shook both the toothbrush and the charger.
We wiggled the plug, plugged it in and out of the socket at least ten times.
We poked our fingers into the place where the cable entered the charger.
We pressed all the buttons.
Repeatedly.
For some odd reason we did this both with the brush attatchment and without it.
We dropped it at least three times.
We did this by passing it between us, all the time making noises expressing puzzlement .
We plugged it in on the landing, and then again in the kitchen.
We took the toothbrush off the stand, placed it on the battery recycle gadget at the back of the stand and waved it around, again making puzzled noises and raising our eyebrows.
The Hubby then had an epiphany.
We bought a new adapter.
Plugged it into the new adapter...it works!
The light came on
We cheered...I think I may have also jumped up and down and clapped my hands, just a bit.
This morning there was an anguished yelling from the bathroom.
Thinking The Hubby at the very least had slit his throat whilst shaving , I ran to the bathroom.
He doesn't like the toothbrush.
Apparently it wasn't what he expected and his whole mouth is numb now.
Lordy.
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