While I was overseas, Miss Scarlett (who had fought the good fight for over a year) died. The Husband and Frank the Wonderdog were here to help Scarlett at the end of her journey. I am heartsore,
I can not put into words how wonderful The Husband took care of Scarlett at the end. While Scarlett may not have been the cleverest of dogs, she was one of the most loving. She ruled her pack with an iron fist in a velvet glove; allowing the others to have fun but not putting up with any nonsense. She was a fierce ratter and had an intense dislike of door-to-door salespeople. She wasn't too fond of cats either.
I am typing this whilst listening to the frantic pounding of the keyboard and the rattle of the mint tin as The Husband frantically consults with Prof Google trying to find a solution to the non-working coffee machine.
This is afterI had suggested that he shut the machine off and leave it alone for a while. He continued to press the button, causing the machine to overheat and vapour lock.
The Husband informs me that Prof Google has offered up the following solution; advising you to shut off the machine and leave it alone for a while. When I mentioned to The Husband that this is what I said to do, I received a thump on the arm and was told "you've done two things wrong - first off you were right and secondly, you told me you were right".