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Murphy's Law

I have a large cafetiere, which I half fill when making coffee for one.  It is still quite a lot of liquid even half full, to which I can testify.   Having poured the boiling water into the cafetiere I carefully put the lid and plunger  on the top, which turns out was a waste of time.  I lifted the cafetiere up to carry it over to the table when the bottom fell out.  Why I do not know, it is made of glass.  There was coffee all over the floor mixed with broken glass, there was coffee on all the cupboard doors, the table, the cooker and my own clothes were drenched and brown.  Why didn't it break on the cupboard where less damage would have been done, or even better over the sink?  Why was I wearing white and why was I in bare feet?

I went to Lidl's to do some shopping.  Everyone was wearing a mask except for one tall gentleman, who was soon encircled by outraged women demanding to know why he was not wearing one.  He looked nonplussed and I soon realised that he was British and clearly didn't speak French.  I was loathe to interfere but the voices were getting louder and his genial smile was not having the desired effect.  I approached the man and gave him the bad news.  His face lit up and he said, 'Masks don't suit me.'  I didn't know Trump had moved to France but who could blame him if he had, he isn't winning any popularity contests in the States.  The women were staring at me waiting for an answer.  I didn't want the man lynched,  a certain action if  I had repeated his response so I said he was very sorry but he had forgotten to bring it with him.    The women were exasperated, typical man, typical  foreigner, no consideration for others and so on.  I suggested to the man that next time he wear a mask or shop  elsewhere.  He just smiled and went on with his shopping.  One does one's best but sometimes it just a waste of time.

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