While taking a break from work this morning, I wandered into the kitchen and decided that the clothes rack had been standing in everybody’s way for quite long enough. While folding the clothes from the rack onto the dining room table, and putting various other things away (my daughters are experts at getting things out), I also started making myself a cup of coffee.
I put the coffee pod in the machine, filled the water reservoir, and pressed the start button. It takes a little while before it starts making coffee, so I carried on folding clothes.
A few moments my youngest daughter - who was busy making breakfast, and getting things out to not put away - asked why there was coffee everywhere.
I had forgotten to put a cup under the spout of the coffee machine. It had poured a lovely cup of perfectly brewed coffee all over the work-top - filling it’s own drip tray, and then inventing a coffee shaped puddle strangely reminiscent of the African continent on the work-top.
I started swearing. Quite a lot.
A minute, and half a roll of kitchen paper later, the coffee was cleaned up, and the machine was tasked with making another cup - with a cup for it to land in this time.
I’m SUCH an idiot sometimes.
The rest of the day has been mercifully less accident prone - progressing some programming for work, and now taking a lunch break. I usually listen to BBC Radio 2, but can’t stand their current affairs programmes - they should all be re-titled “The programme where we invite bigots to call in and complain about anything and everything”. I really don’t like negativity. I have to deal with it enough in real life, without the radio throwing it at me too. I’ve switched to Magic Radio for a bit - they play a mix of 80s and 90s music throughout the day.
Ronan Keating is singing “When You Say Nothing At All”. I think he hosts a show on Magic Radio - he used to be on the breakfast show. Whenever I think of Ronan, I think about his duet with Kate Rusby - “All Over Again” - you can find it on Youtube if you dig deep enough. Whenever I hear it, I think about an old friend. It’s funny how music ties us to memories, people, and places, isn’t it.
Anyway.
I better get on. Two and a half days left until a week off. I fear it’s going to rain cats and dogs next week. Never mind. I’m sure it will be warm and dry at Wetherspoons…