Last night as I was boiling water for the broccoli I noticed something. Something not good. Something potentially expensive.
A crack in the glass stove top. Lovely, one more thing that needs to be fixed around here.
When Sir D got home I showed it to him. You can’t see it very well when the burner is not on but once that burner is glowing red, hello large crack.
Sir D said we better not use that burner until we solve this problem. (Buy a new stove? Can it be repaired? Sigh, I don’t want to know.)
I told Sir D I’d better put something on the burner so I don’t forget and use it, maybe a sticky note, or a plate on it or something.
Sir D looks at me and then reaches up and pops off the knob to the burner.
Yeah, or we could do that.
I think the brain cell loss during each pregnancy and subsequent year of nursing was more significant than I thought.