The death of a daily friend

When I came downstairs this morning, I was saddened to see that a dear friend has passed in the middle of the night. Although I did not hear the crash that was her demise, she must have fallen from the dish-drying rack and crashed the counter top below. To think of my dear cafetiere just lying there, all broken and crushed, with no one to hold her in those final few minutes.

So … I guess it will be tea this morning then.