Being distracted with London etc I haven't been firing on all cylinders at the moment. With this in mind my 'quaint' whistling kettle has simply become a hindrance.
This morning as I yet again weighed up the pros and cons of London, I stuck on the kettle for my morning pick-me-up. Somehow forgetting I'd done this I dived in the shower and was soon interrupted by a loud screaming. It had been going on so long that the rustic whistle more closely resembled a cat mid strangulation - not pleasant at 7am.
While trying to rub conditioner into my hair with one hand and attempting to wrap a towel around me with the other, I ran through to the kitchen (a trail of wet footprints behind me) to shut the damn thing up. Starting to think electric kettles definitely have their purpose.
visions of you racing to the kettle in your towel dripping water brings a smile to my face 
2008-04-08 @ 18:07