Emails have been flying back and forth this afternoon.
Me: Kettle's blown up.
Him: Probably the fuse.
Me: Fuse?
Him: (sigh) In the plug.
Me: And what would I do about that?
Him: Change it.
Me: For ... what? A frozen pea?
For goodness sake he's known me long enough to know I don't do fuses. Yes, I know that's girly and pathetic but I am girly and pathetic - it's part of my charm.
But I NEED A CUP OF TEA! And boiling water in the saucepan is a pain as the automatic lighter on the hob doesn't. I might have to try husband's suggestion and put a teabag in the coffee percolator. It's either that or suck a teabag.
It's a good job I can still hop and skip when I am out with Harvey otherwise life would be truly unbearable. I haven't perfected the clicking heels together in the air at the side yet. Although I can almost do it to the left but not the right. I must be left-sided. I am right-handed but left-eared.
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I am a genius: I have mended the kettle! In spite of new-fangled fittings on plugs.
I might still try the teabag in the percolator just out of interest.
Good for you, Liz! But maybe you'd better muck it up again, just so he won't feel useless . . . ;-)
I don't get electric kettles, anyway. I'm a big fan of kettles, but of the kind you put on the stove. Use it constantly. (And nothing blows up. So far.)
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