When you stopped working and I burnt my meal I was cross.
When you started again I was relieved ... I don't like to throw things away. A week later you did it again, in a hissy fit of anger I threw you stuck at 30 minutes to go in the bin, later while we ate our
burnt slightly overdone tea and watched the news relaxing in the living room, a muffled ringing came from the bin in the kitchen.
It made us smile, so yet again you were reprieved.
But when I have to eat hard boiled eggs out of my egg cups for breakfast you have pushed your luck just once too often.
I'm shopping for a new timer next time I'm out.