Three in the space of a week, that can’t be good.
Today it was the toaster. Push down toast and outside the safety switch goes pop. Hmmmm. Repeat to make sure and yep, bye bye toaster.
Two days ago it was the bread maker. I was changing a nappy when I heard this almighty crash. I asked Bert what happened and he yelled out “It’s the thing we cook with.”. When I made it out to the kitchen I found one dead bread maker, it had managed to shake itself across the bench and dive on to the floor. That’s one determined bread maker.
But perhaps the greatest loss was last week, or maybe it was the week before, I’m so traumatised I can’t remember. My espresso machine decided it didn’t want to pump out any more water. I called the coffee machine hospital and they said for that model it would be more economical to buy a new machine. Great theory if you have the money to do it. So now I’m reduced to plunging during the day and, for the sake of my wallet, being thankful there is no longer a cafe in walking distance. If I save, save, save I may one day have a new machine and once more I will be able to be happy.
Sigh. They say bad things come in lots of three. I hope that saying isn’t broken too.