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Not since we went to the early-Hogmanay junior fireworks at Musselburgh, when I trundled over with a selection of coffees and hot chocolates made with different presences and types of milks, have so many flasks been employed. In order to cope with there having been no hob or hoblike structure since it's removal on Monday, I went through a bag of coffee to make up two full flasks of concentrate which were stored on the bookcase full of kitchen gubbins in Amos' room. This accounted for the chunky flask, originally bought in around 1992 from Tradex in Lincoln for use on school DofE and other camping trips, along with one of the full-size former work flasks which probably originated in Edinburgh Bargain Stores and which were slightly more compact for carrying to the office every day. An additional smaller flask of concentrate (in the wee flask, which was temporarily a work flask until I started emptying it by lunchtime) was put in the living room for Nicky to use whilst WFH, with a final flask of diluted, ready-to-drink coffee (in another full-sized flask lacking the battered cup/lid, which I lost in the office shortly before lockdown) kept with me in Edgar's room. It worked reasonably well, though was starting to taste a bit sub-optimal by today, then before the last half of the last flask of concentrate were diluted and converted we received news that IKEA had new stock of the two-zone portable induction hob, so I cycled out to fetch one in the evening, which frees us from either having to use a cafétiere (which never works well for flasking) or having to beg the tradespeople to prioritize getting the hob mounted and wire-up-able. When the house has finished being fiddled about with and were able to store stuff up in the loft, the idea is currently to convert the garage into an insulated and inhabitable space, with its own portable induction hoblet.