It is a little vague. It would leave me wondering if I could use non-kitchen appliances. An electric drill or a chainsaw would presumably be fine as they are definitely not kitchen appliances. And how about removing the kettle from the kitchen and plugging it in in another room?
I jest, but no doubt some idiot somewhere would think that was perfectly OK.
That is weird and, as above, really not terribly useful. But best not to whip up a sponge with a hand-held mixer just in case. Similarly, avoid the temptation to set the ice-cream maker a-churning.
Baffled, here. But bein’ a Fish of foresight an’ sagacity, you have stew. Yum, frankly.
I am now wondering about the pressure-washer. Also the sewing machine*. And yes, the kettle in the bathroom would be fine? more hmmmmmm.
*small American boy asked in school to write a short poem including the word “ransom”.
What he came up with was
Down in the bottom of a deep ravine
A wildcat sat with a sewing machine.
The sewing machine it went so fast
It put seventeen stitches in the wildcat’s elbow
And she ran some."
GD had been a bit grumpy, today. She benefitted (as did we) from playing with our babushka doll. What a wonderful toy this has proved to be, for so many generations. “За здоровье!” or something.
My hip on the left is a little bit edgy; I suspect the muscles there have been compensating for a while. The hospital instructions say that the aim is to return to a normal level of activity after twenty-four hours, but it’s been over three years and I have forgotten what “normal” is. More walking, for sure, but maybe not until tomorrow; I don’t want to exchange hurt muscles for hurt nerves and put myself into a panic. (grin) But meanwhile I can reach high shelves without pain, and empty the dishwasher, and walk up and down stairs, and walk through to feed the cat.
Oh my dear! It will be fine; they will dope you to the eyeballs and you will feel nothing. Maybe a little neck-strain where they have to pull and you brace against that. I have my fins crossed for all going well.