NOOOOOOOOO!

[sospan_fach]

My kettle just broke.

My KETTLE just BROKE.

The little red light is coming on, and I've tried plugging it into another socket, but it's not doing anything else (such as, y'know, actually heating the water). No, it's just sitting there smugly. Stone-cold.

For any international LJ-ers who might be reading this and wondering why I see fit to be kicking

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[sharpiefan]

I have to disappoint you here. 3/4 of the modern British Army drink coffee. NATO standard coffee*, admittedly, but coffee. It's the caffeine in it. And I'm blaming the Army for the fact I'm a coffee drinker.

*White, with two sugars.

[sharpiefan]

Most of the rest of the British population are, however, addicted to tea.

[sharpiefan]

Boil a saucepan on the hob, dearest heart. Lots and lots of bubbles = water suitable for tea-making.

(I'm a coffee-drinker - for which I blame the modern British Army - but the same rule applies: Broken kettle = not happy bunny.)

*hugs*

And nip down to Argos or somewhere first thing and get a replacement. Better yet, get two. :D

[sospan_fach]

Hey, don't you go busting my national beverage stereotype with your pesky real-life experience! ;) (*snerk* at your icon)

Very wise on all counts. :D I'll be hot-footing it down to Argos at break of dawn tomorrow...

*ahem* The sequence of very recent events went something like this...

Dig in cupboard for camp-stove. Cannot find. Probably in same place as camp-kettle. Remember self has a hob (lightbulb moment!). Crappy electric hob, admittedly, but a hob nonetheless.

Fill mess tin. Stick on hob. Turn on hob. Return to desk. Shortly thereafter, realise suspiciously chemical odour is wafting in from the kitchen.

Dash into kitchen, realise have turned on wrong hob-plate, which is engaged in gently melting the handle of my frying-pan. Meanwhile, water sits cold and forlorn in mess-tin.

Wonder briefly just how in hell I've actually survived the decade since I left home... :P

And finally...Mission Accomplished! XD

[sharpiefan]

Wow!

You really were caffeine-deprived. Sounds like you needed that cuppa!

[derien]

*chortles* Oh, dear! What a saga! :D This sounds like one of my days - so much energy spent on things that should have been easy, on the face of it.

I couldn't even reply to your post, I had to scan down through the comments and make sure you'd replied to some of them and were still alive, because there are far too many deaths every winter here in Maine from people trying to cook indoors on outdoor cooking apparatus. People don't realize camp stoves will suck up all the air in your house and leave you none to breath.

[spacefall]

TEAMERGENCY!!!

[sospan_fach]

:cracks up: Perfect portmanteau!

[Hah, portmanTEAu! XD ]

[sherlock2040]

(Sounds like the element has gone, alas poor kettle)

I hope you managed to get tea, I don't think I could go without a kettle. I sometimes look at the swanky kettles in the Argos catalogue and think "some day I'll own you." (The kettle that is, not Argos...)

[sospan_fach]

Yeah, I think you're right. Not worth fixing it, to be honest; it was a fairly cheap little thing, and I've had it over a year.

I did get my tea, though. Boiled up t'mess tin on the hhob (eventually!).

(The kettle that is, not Argos...)

Hey, think big... XD

[redconverse]

No, this reminds me of the day a blade on my coffee grinder broke off mid-grind.

...And yeah, I used the beans anyway. The shrapnel will filter out, right? How else am I going to make it to the store to get a new one?

NOTHING THEY SAY ABOUT SEATTLE RESIDENTS IS TRUE I PROMISE.

(and I boil pots of water if I'm making iced tea... it's at least a suitable backup?)

[sospan_fach]

The shrapnel will filter out, right? How else am I going to make it to the store to get a new one?

Unassailable logic! Ah, we think alike. :D (You should see some of the stuff I smoke when I've run out of tobacco and am reduced to splintering apart my previous dog-ends for rolling afresh...I try not to think about it.)