For a long time now, I have been suffering from a dribble.
I would aim, and the main flow would hit the spot, but now matter how careful I was, there would always be a little puddle on the floor after.
Herself was always complaining. “What’s all that liquid on the kitchen floor?” she’d shriek.
I would explain that it was just my dribble and there was nothing I could do about it.
Visitors to Head Rambles Man0r would often remark about the number of little puddles around the place, and I would have to explain to them about my little problem. They were always very understanding and sympathetic.
I used to clean them up, but that became a tad tedious, as there were so many of them. In the end I just left the puddles to dry of their own accord.
Things came to a bit of a head the other day when Herself slipped in a rather large pool I had accidentally created by the cooker. “Jayzus!” she roared. “Will you ever do something about that fucking dribble.”
I happened to find myself in Skobieville a couple of days later and thought I had better do something.
It was a quick operation. I was in and out in no time at all.
The floor has been bone dry ever since.
It is amazing the difference a new kettle with a properly designed spout makes.