The Scales are Dead! Long live the Scales!!
The smell drifted across the room it took a few moments before the cause seeped into my brain as I ran to the cooker and realised that the scales were burning on the hobb. The acrid smell made me choke as I turned the cooker off and majestically threw the scales into the sink. I turned the tap on and a burst of cold water hit the scales making them sizzle. Before I had time to consider the implications a shreaking noise hit my ears with force. Damm! the smoke alarm, I thought then panic as I remembered it was connected to my wifes community alarm and if I don’t respond to it fire engines will be sent out. As much as I like fire engines I really don’t want them visiting today. I run to the other room and hear the alarm automatically receiving a call. A voice appears out of the box. “Hello is everything OK? Do you need us to send help?” the voice from the ether asks “Sorry it’s OK it’s a kitchen accident” I respond. “Everything is fine”. The calming voice from the alarm then responds “That’s OK I’ll cancel the alarm then”
I returned to the Kitchen to assess the damage. The smoke was clearing as I opened the windows. I then looked into the sink and saw them. My friend, my life the silver and black scales that have been my life for the past few months. Panic what am I to do? They have been with me for 10 years I remember the sunny day in the Georgian City of Bath when I walked out of the cookshop with the little box containing the item that would be of such importance to me 10 years later. What happened? Why did I leave them on the cooker? All I wanted was a cup of coffee who new the act of putting the kettle on the stove would have such a detrimental effect. If only I’d thought about what I was doing and checked I’d put the right hob on, if I’d not left them on the cooker. Oh no! What am I to do how can I weigh my food? Scales are the most important thing for a calorie counter. Fires are of little importance but the loss of those little silver scales!
The damage was assessed those silver Salter scales are dead. They have served me well and deserve respect for the part they have played in the 79 pounds of loss. In honour there will be a minutes silence at tonights meal for the sterling work that they have done. They will never be forgotten and there replacement will be from the same family in honour. The scales are dead! LONG LIVE THE SCALES!!