My Kettle - RIP Russel Hobbs

Well I know it is mid week and I normally blog in the weekends after making a cake. But, I feel this deserves its own little blurb. Our Russel Hobbs Kettle that was given to us by my Aunty Mina and Uncle Brian for a wedding present way back in 1983, has had to be replaced.

It had boiled millions of times faultlessly over the years but it now leaks from the spout all over the bench and it cannot be mended. So after settling down from the aftershock that read 5 on the richter scale (incidentally, I was in the shower with a full head of shampoo and a soap lathered body at the time!), I ventured into Ballantynes and went to park in the carpark building. A sign at the entrance read, enter at your own risk, so I high tailed it out of there and found a park on the side of the road away from any possible falling debris.

I purchased a sparkling new Dualit Kettle.

I have just poured myself a cup of tea from the new addition to our kitchen. Our trusty Russel Hobbs will now live in the garden among the herbs. I think I will put a coriander herb in it.

Technology of old, I wonder if this new kettle can last the 27 year distance.