Always the way...

Yesterday there was a conversation that went something like this:

Mum: Could you use a nice toaster?
Me: Unfortunately not, ours works and I probably couldn't fit a 4 slice one on the worktop in our little kitchen anyhow.

Clearly I was tempting fate. Now back up in Edinburgh with the aforementioned toaster 117 miles away I decided to toast a teacake. Odd noise from the toaster and then I was plunged in to darkness as the switches were tripped. After climbing up to the fuse box to reset the power I moved the toaster to inspect it further. As I moved it a nasty acrid burning electrical smell began to waft around the room. Our toaster is clearly dead.

Do you know how hard it is to get a good shot of a black/chrome toaster!