When members of the household mentioned that the element in the kettle was going rusty and needed replacing I had a look and declared it okay. I’ve seen worse and it wasn’t flaking, at least not too much. But the water tastes bad, they said, and given their taste-buds haven’t been bludgeoned into submission by years of tannin and nicotine abuse who was I to argue. Just make sure it’s not one of those stupid round metal ones with the handle over the lid. Those fuckers are bad news.
And lo, a new kettle arrived in the kitchen, which has put a minor kink in my tea making routine. This, I realised, was the true source of my mild resistance. There’s the sound – a quiet rumbling like a spaceship cruising overhead. Given that this starts a minute or so after I’ve switched it on it’s rather disconcerting. Then there’s the way it sits on the base (cordless was my other insistence) in a very slight but still significantly different way to the old kettle. Neither of these things are problems and I’ll adjust to them in time, so much so that if this new kettle were to be replaced in time by the same model as the old one I’d distrust that also, but right now it’s all tad discombobulating.
On the plus side, it fills up easily with the lid on and has a really large viewing window. So it’s not all bad.
Jen had this new kettle that changes color, it’s pretty cool.
I fear change.
Global Hypercolor tshirt and a pot of glue, ten minutes later and I’ve rendered my kettle unusable. Thanks a lot Tom.
I dislike change too, but kettles aren’t as bad as loosing the Routemaster last year. It gave one such a sense of freedom, being able to hop on and off as one’s little heart desired. Now your stuck.
Put a picture of the two kettles online?
I had to replace a cheap kettle with a curly thingy with one that hasn’t, and it too makes far too much noise.
Andy