I am drinking a mug of coffee.
Nothing unusual in that, you say? I frequently mention how I have a coffee or four down the village, so what's different about this one?
Actually, quite a lot.
A long time ago we had one of those coffee making machines that hiss, splurted and farted before sneezing out a miniscule cup of coffee. We didn't use it much as it only made one small cup and it was a lot of trouble. A tea bag was easier to handle and slightly more convenient.
Anyhows, the machine was cluttering up the place a bit, so it got put in a quiet corner. Over the years, other things got dumped in the quiet corner too, and the machine got buried.
The other day, when I was
fighting with erecting shelves I came across the machine. It was filthy and a glass jug thing had got broken. The machine got dumped in the garage, minus its broken jug which went in the bin.
I got thinking about it today and brought it back in. It took a bit of elbow grease, a few Brillo pads and a touch of bad language but I got it spruced up and back in running order.
Because the little jug was broken, I had to find an alternative. It's a bit convoluted but my method is this –
- Fill a mug with water.
- Pour the mug of water into a jug.
- Pour the jug into the machine.
- Unhook the little filtery yoke and ladle in a couple of spoons of ground coffee.
- Clean up the mess made by spilling coffee grounds all over the place.
- Spend ten minutes trying to hook the filtery thing back in place which it repeatedly refuses to do.
- Switch on.
- Hide behind the couch.
- After about five minutes of sounds that would do justice to an old mine-shaft pump-engine, it pisses out a mug of coffee.
- Realise I had forgotten to put the mug under the filter.
- Repeat all the above.
And so I get my mug of coffee, freshly made, at home.
Is it worth all the hassle, you ask?
I'll have to think about that.
Hang on while I make a mug of tea while I'm thinking……