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.