Last week the writing was on the wall. On several occasions I had to coax and encourage the coffee machine in the staff room to squeeze out an espresso. It did its job but took time, made a lot of noise and left a worrying puddle of water around the base of the machine. Today it threw a tantrum and the puddle was large and the volume of espresso was non existent.
This was devastating for me but I tried to keep my chin up and carry on. I tried cafetiere coffee instead as some of the staff attempted to convince me that it was very middle class and tastes nearly as good as espresso. I smiled, remained calm and collected; and carried on.
At lunch time it all got to me and I took a screwdriver to the machine in an attempt at surgery. Once opened and switched on a main artery from the pump spewed water that should be going other places. The culprit was a tiny rubber washer that has perished due to over-use. It is such a small little thing that I worry if a replacement can be found but I refuse to give up on the old girl yet. She has seen me through so much that I will do all I can for her.