some minutes later, the couch's shivering blanket put aside- I am befuddled-muttering like Nigel Bruce:
Beeped and booped, but didn't put out a single cup.
Very simple, Watson:
An issue with the hopper.
I fail to see any insects or 'roos?
Not that type, no, a mechanical funnel if you will, but square sided; an inverted pyramid whose down-pointed pinnacle is the location of the blades that grind those gravity-driven beans so you may have your every-morning.
The beans it seems we're not sliding, falling properly, and therefor the automated next-step addition of heated water- as was designed - failed to come.
It's quite ingenious really, this plastic light gauge stainless steel contraption, a brilliant convenience for those who'd wished to rose- rise- bright and shiny, thoroughly in-caffeinated.
Right, was my purpose that...
can't all rely on your 7- percent- I dare say,
have said it.
The issue, Watson - now remedied by my hand- was simply a stuck hopper.
'Grasshoppers' again, hmf...