My kettle died. My kettle which is just 6 months old. I cannot find the receipt so can't get a refund. When one crawls in the door and tries to boil the kettle so one can have a hot drink after nearly an hour of physio, one tends to lose one's sense of humour, especially when one remembers that one had not done the washing up (because the dishwasher is very dead) and every pot in the house is dirty. (There are 6 ones there. I counted.)
So a jolly morning was had by all. I glared at it with a baleful eye as I washed the dishes, so I could wash the pots, so I could boil the water on the stove. Sigh. And pouring water from a pot into a cup means that you inadvertently end up cleaning the counter and the floor. And by the time you get to take a sip, it is cold.
So I bought another kettle. The cheapest in the range. It works. Hallelujah!
My daughter-in-law is very uncomfortable and just wants her baby to arrive.
My son aced a test at uni.
My daughter called and her new church website is finally up and running.
The carrot cakes are shrinking.
The waist line is expanding in direct proportion to the shrinkage above.
I did 20 rises today. Then nearly lost the ability to stand. Did you read that??? 20!! Only a couple of centimetres off the floor, but still....
And I think that is about all.