A Fine Kettle of Fish...

Have you heard a Boeing 747 take off? Well, that was how our old kettle sounded when coming to the boil.
"Sorry, how many Russians expelled? You'll have to shout because I'm boiling the kettle!"
And when you peered into it (which I have to say, I rarely did, because I filled it through the spout) you could see a whole barrier reef of encrusted limescale that was totally impenetrable by occasional de-scaling missions.
If you want a gritty cup of tea, then look no further.
Sorry. Sorry. That is all in the past. We went to a hotel recently where the in-house supplies consisted of Jing tea. We had a cup of English Breakfast that knocked our usual brew into a cocked hat. We snaffled the remaining complimentary sachets, and put the kettle on when we got home. It tasted nothing like the tea over which we had so recently enthused.  Pondering over this disappointment, I decided it was the kettle that was at fault. The limescale impregnated water was affecting our tea and coffee drinking experience. Plus WE COULDN"T HEAR A BLOODY THING WHILE THE KETTLE WAS ON.
Which we all know can be highly convenient from time to time.
So the new kettle arrived today. The best possible price from Amazon Prime and producing the most lovely cup of tea imaginable.
It is meant to be Whisper boil technology. A recommendation, even, from the Noise Abatement Society. And anti-wobble feet. I could do with a pair of those. Especially after one of my special Negronis. However, in the meantime, I have to confess that the noise is no less intrusive than the last one. Just as well, as,
"Bloody hell! How much?"
is drowned out beautifully....

Fasten your seatbelts, we're getting ready for take-off!