bugger this

TUESDAY: I blew up the kettle. That's what I get for settling myself in the sun and gloating that I was staying home so I could have real hot water bottles (health and safety laws disallow hot water at work so I must suffer luke warm bottles) and I reached over to switch on said kettle and ZZZOTT! One dead kettle. I guess them roaches finally gnawed their way through the wires, not that the smoke and flames seemed to inconvenience the bastards in the slightest.

Then I discovered that my old faithful saucepan with the pouring lip had been chucked out. Welcome to another day in my life.
( more: howzat! )