I was unable to open an attachment sent last week from the friend whose house I am staying in. I didn't bother to tell her as I didn't think it was important.
*First mistake.
The other day when the lady who looks after the house showed me how to use the stove, I did not understand her (non parlo italiano, remember?) she explained using sign language how the stove worked. When she lifted the glass to light the stove, I didn't realize the glass panel is supposed to stay in that UP position while cooking. I thought how brilliant is was to have a glass stovetop and so easy to clean!
*Second mistake.
Although I made expresso a few times on the glass, when I went to heat up some pork in a frying pan tonight, the glass cracked.
*Third mistake...it was a winner.
After the initial panic subsided and I told myself "It's broken, I can't change what happened".
I realized I needed to email the owner, tail between my legs and full of shame. Otherwise every day there would be this mass of guilt within me. (There's a pun for you, Mass of Guilt.)
It was a difficult email to write, as this woman has been utterly kind to me and this was all my fault.
Mea culpa, mea culpa.
A tough time of it this evening. :( But I faced up to it and it is done.
I cleaned up the glass the best I could, I got on my hands and knees and washed the stone floor. I will do it again tomorrow is the light of day. Glass is always a tricky customer.
I decided to make amends and found a way to help. I feel better knowing I did more than just say "I'm sorry".
I guess this is another episode of "My Ignorant Tales of Woe".
Gee whiz, can I go to bed now? :) Good night John boy
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