It's just like Christmas come in March

I just opened all the wedding presents, all of them.

Okay, no. That's an exaggeration. But I ran out of pre-ground coffee for the filter machine. Which only left me two alternatives, one of which was to go round the corner to Lucky's and buy more coffee. But there was already more coffee, in the form of whole beans; so I chose the other.

I only needed to unpack the coffee-grinder, and hey presto. Except that when I'd carried the box through to the kitchen and found a knife to get through the sticky tape and wangled out the polystyrene and set aside the instruction manual and actually got through to the thing itself, I realised that it wasn't the coffee-grinder after all, it was the kettle.*

Which, well. I was going to need to open it anyway, sooner or later; and you don't have to wait till you're married, as long as you've written the thank-you note (apparently: we had a conversation about that, because I really didn't know); and I was halfway in already, so...

And then, if I had kettle and fresh-ground coffee, I was always going to change at some point from filter machine to French press, so...

And then only half the beans fit in the hopper at once, so I needed somewhere to store the rest, and we have these charming canisters, so...

So, yeah. And now I am going to make a second round of coffee and test out the toast-and-marmalade scenario. Don't know what it is about this country, but I seem to be hungry for breakfast all of a sudden.

Here, allow me to distract you with a photo: Barry and Mac plot their takeover of California.



*Why yes, it did say quite clearly on the outside of the box what was inside the box. But I hadn't had my coffee yet.