I see this thread has been resurrected and on reading through it I came across mention of a Goblin Teasmaid and thought I would post the tale I told on GN a few years ago. It was spring of 1976 and I had gone down with a mystery illness - I was so weak, I couldn’t pull the skin off of rice pudding and could barely get out of bed.
DH was leaving me in bed with a cup of tea and coming home at lunchtime to make sure I was OK. My in-laws who weren’t hard up (but mean) were the owners of said gizmo, so DH asked if there was any chance we could borrow it whilst I was laid up. MiL - not a nice person - turned him down flat.
Later, after DH’s parents died, it felt to me to clear out the house and of course, I came across the Teasmaid! Naturally, DH assumed I would just throw it out, as a useless piece of last century tat?
He had to be joking! I’ve never used it and wouldn’t as it’s probably unsafe - but it’s in my garage and now and again when I’m in there and it catches my eye, I say ‘well Aileen, who’s got the bloody Teasmade now?