The Fates sometimes deal a fortuitous hand.
Not often, I grant but occasionally things seem to slot into place in a strange sort of way.
I did some shopping yesterday. There were a few knick-knacks I needed and while I was out I thought I'd buy Herself a coffee making machine. Like myself, she doesn't drink coffee unless down in the village, so why she wanted a coffee making machine is way beyond the ken of a mere male, but she has been nagging me for ages. There are some mysteries we just have to accept and who was I to argue?
I brought it home and plonked it on the table. It looked impressive – all shiny, silver and black glowering at me as if daring me to lay a finger on it. I tentatively read the manual which was a fucking laugh – it was in twenty two languages [I just counted] and all they told me was to look at the diagrams at the front of the book. The diagrams consisted of poorly drawn sketches of fingers pressing buttons and bits of the machine. Sweet fuck all use. The only picture I could make any sense of was the one showing a badly drawn plug being pushed into a wall-socket.
I left it to sulk on the table and went to relax. The thought crossed my mind that there might be something more sensible on-line. Bingo! I found an eighteen page booklet that explained everything in detail. I was too knackered at that stage to do anything about it so I printed the booklet off and left the experimentation for the morrow.
I had a crap night last night. No reason – it was just one of those nights when I couldn't sleep for love nor money. I gave up trying at around four or so, so I got up and got dressed.
That's when I realised what the fates were playing at.
Here I was mooching around the kitchen wondering what to do when I spied the coffee machine which was watching me warily from its spot on the table. I took out the wee booklet and got to work and spent the early hours brewing mugs of coffee for myself.
Thank you Fate.
I have never felt so awake.