I hope things really do come in threes.
#1 It started yesterday when hubby made the dash for freshly roasted coffee beans, but the shop was shut. Only other option: starbucks. He forgot that Mum and Dad had just brought our coffee grinder back, so got the chick to grind the beans for our espresso machine.
Hubby arrived home and happily produced the offering. Unfotunately the beans were ground too fine, and the coffee couldn't come through the machine. So I phoned starbucks straight away, and the nice lady apologised and offered to courier some fresh coffee out by tomorrow. Can my addiction wait that long??
#2 I looked over at the espresso machine (which, incidentally, I had been singing the praises of just last week, when my friend Nik asked me if I'd ever replace it with a real italian job? Oh, no, I'd said) ..and I noticed that water was leaking out of the bottom of the machine.. I looked inside and realised that a part had snapped inside, where the water reservoir fits. The screws had perhaps been too tightly fitted during manufacture, and now the little-black-thingy had broken.
So I got up this morning and phoned the 0800 helpline, and explained about the broken machine, thinking that it'll be a wee while to replace the broken part, and perhaps I could get my espresso addiction under control by weaning first to french pressed coffee and then to herbal tea before our departure to Europe in two weeks??
#3 as I was putting away my large saucepan, I accidentally bumped my bodum coffee press onto the floor.
hence the *s-m-a-s-h*.
I feel a caffeine deprivation headache coming on..