What can go wrong will go wrong. I had the German conversation gang here this morning - eight of us round the table. It being my turn to host, I’d chosen a couple of texts, one about the value of eating together, and the other about the importance of drinking plenty of water. The first sounded a bit ’Polyanna’, and the second a bit schoolmarmish, so that provoked some lively discussion.
Unfortunately, our cafetière sprung a leak just I was preparing coffee for the guests. There was just enough proper coffee to go round them as wanted, but I had to make the decaf stuff by the old-fashioned jug method. Well, so far as I know, ingen spudde, ingen dog, as my Swedish friends would say. And I’ve ordered a replacement from our generous and altruistic friend Mr Bezos, malgré moi.
Well, the long awaited cheque has at last appeared in the bank account, so I shall unleash my snottygram to the CEO tomorrow.
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