Who Needs Omens Like These?

Prior to a meeting with a customer this morning (yes, I do meet customers every now and then) we went down to the coffee machine to get a drink each. The machine delivered the beverages for Chris and Peter with no fuss, then for my choco-express (I have a deliberate policy of ordering the drink which does not try to taste like anything else) it made an unhappy buzzing sound and then poured my 40 pence worth of frothy brown liquid straight through into the waste thing. "That's my life in a capsule" I remarked as we wandered back to the meeting.

Fortunately it was not an omen, the meeting went well and I'm now back in harness as a programmer of sorts.