This is my dish draining rack:
now I have one that is perfect. Because this *is* the one I grew up
with. This draining rack is at least 48 years old, because I remember it
being in our house in Thornton Heath, which we left in 1971. My mother
kept it - and used it - every day since then (never a dishwasher for
her) and I have now reclaimed it as my inheritance.
is not a crack in the plastic; not a hint of rust. It cheers up my
kitchen and makes me just that little bit happier when I use it every