Shocking stuff

Picture the scene: coffee brewing, kids chatting, sunny morning, owwww! Am I having a fit? Touch the Gaggia again, ooowwww! I’m losing control of my arms, and they hurt.  I sit down and ponder this.  In a eureka moment that, had I been awake and alert, should have dawned much sooner – I have been shocked by the espresso machine.  That reminds me of a story about a friend’s grandma.  She wouldn’t have an electric washing machine because she had been told that electricity and water should not mix.  I now have proof of the sense of this advice.  N went to the kitchen and received a shock also.  So, we unplugged the thing, and I’m hoping that it won’t be another problem electrical item, of which we are plagued.