19 January: I woke up when Eskil said it was time to, stumbled downstairs in my normal bleary-eyed state, got Eskil his feed, and turned on my beloved coffee monster which my beloved husband had already loaded up with freshly ground coffee, ready to go.
Fifteen minutes later I checked on it; it was still cold. Half an hour later I checked on it; it was still cold. It slowly dawned on my that this wasn’t the cold of a coffee monster having as much trouble waking up as I was. This was the coldness of a dead coffee monster. There was no warmth. There was no massive whooshing sound of hot water being forced though coffee. There was just cold silence.
Panic set in. When my mum woke up, I had to break the news to her. She tried desperate measures to get some coffee into me. The husband was contacted to be told to wear a black arm band.
So welcome, new coffee monster. Long may you reign!