Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir fire up kettle. Get Aeropress from its hidy hole. Ditto coffee. Grap filter paper holder. Oh noes. No filter papers. I knew I was getting low but there were some left. Look in cupboard for standby caffetiere. No sign. No coffee. Arse.
Message The Boy later. Ah, he says. Soz, there was a washing up incident yeterday resulting in the demise of the filters. He was going to tell me but forgot. I shall send him to bed without any supper.