My, what a handsome wee burrito 
Funny you should mention Vanilla Rooibos Grammaretto - I tried it yesterday for the first time. It doesn't actually taste of vanilla at all but only smells of it, thus fooling the senses. 
I had the oddest experience today. The device on which I listen to audio books sits on my bedside cabinet and normally I listen as I fall asleep.
Though the sound level for audio are fine, it can’t be used as a phone because, for some reason, even at full volume its too low to hear anyone's voice.
It's a common problem apparently - DS suggested I use earphones but what a hassle to find them each it rings time. So it’s not used; I rely on my landline.
This morning at 7am, I was awake and planning the day, I was shot upright by an unearthly screeching from the device and lights flashing dramatically.
I could dimly hear a tiny voice and when I pick up the machine and said a weak, 'Hello?' voice said, 'Do you need Fire, Police or Ambulance?'
'I'm sorry, what was that?'
Do you need Fire Police or Ambulance?'
'None of those thank you.'
'Ma'am, are you all right?'
'Yes, just startled, that screeching noise shocked me.'
'So may I just confirm - you don't need any emergency service?'
'No, thank you, I don't.'
Tell me how a phone can, of its own accord, dial 111 (UK equivalent 999)?
In order for me to do that I would have needed to pick up the device, tap it to wake it up, find the app which deals with calls and then find out, because I have no idea, HOW to ring 111.
Oh, first I would need to find my glasses as everything is a blur without them.
It’s these inexplicable jolts which make life interesting.
I think.
