Yesterday’s minor annoyance was quickly righted. I was able to elevate myself out of frustration, and I carried out my day as per usual.
Today brings a new issue. My coffee machine is not making coffee! Aaargh. Now, you might understand how severe this is for me. Or perhaps you may not. However, I’m a bit freaked out. I have two coffees each day. We’re in lockdown and, while our home is conveniently located only three hundred metres from a main street with cafes, many of which are still trading for takeaways only, I do not fancy walking down the street to get my coffee. Should I MenuLog or Uber Eats a coffee? That’s just madness, right?
Problem solved today, as Hubster and I popped to our GP at 8.30AM for our AZ jab. Once we’d stayed the requisite fifteen minutes we drove to a coffee shop and I got a large, steaming takeaway cup. Am human again.
So, I am Googling coffee machine repairs right now, aware that this problem echoes a similar one from years ago. My last machine. Which, bless it, died shortly after a similar problem. Fingers crossed the same fate does not await.
Have a good day!