
So this morning I made coffee. Quite a sensible thing to do.
I cleaned the coffee maker, took out the basket for the ground coffee, emptied it, washed it out and left it on the side of the sink.
I washed out the water jug, and used it to refill the machine then sat it on the hot plate.
I poured coffee beans into the grinder attachment of the Kenwood Chef, and ground the beans nicely.
Then I tipped the ground beans into the coffee maker. They went straight through, over the jug, and spread all over the bench.
That's when I saw the basket for the coffee grounds, still sitting on the side of the sink.
I've now cleared enough of the debris to be able to start again, but I will need coffee before I can think clearly enough to clean the kitchen properly.
This is what lupus does. I am intelligent woman. I have a couple of degrees to prove it, and I have had a couple of careers that required a bit of brainpower, as well as having raised kids. But now... now I can't be trusted to make coffee without supervision.
nice post
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