A treatise on usefulness of kettles

I remember the time when we had regular kettles: first a white one, then a cheerful red with white polka dots, then super-cool Japanese one with a whistle. We used to fill them with water and put then on the stove, and wait patiently till the water boils so we could have tea.

Then, the new era began: the era of electric kettles: you don’t have to wait for it, watching it carefully so that water wouldn’t spill over gas burners, you don’t have to be afraid that you forget to turn them on and burn the house down. You can just come closer, push the button, and go away, safe in the knowledge that the water will be ready soon. Very soon without you help or interference. And you can make tea or coffee and enjoy the best fruits of the technological progress.
Electric kettles have been a part of my life for so long now, that I feel really strange now, when ours kettle is broken. It served us for four years, and we hoped we could be together forever. My husband restored the kettle to perfect health in the spring once, but now he seems to not being able to do anything. I’ll probably need to buy a new one. Does anyone know if polka dot kettles exist in Canada? Cheap polka dot kettles?

My day so far:
Got up
Drank coffee
Woke up
Went to work
Wanted to eat
Had lunch
Want to sleep. Now. Still. Even more than before.

Efficiency is my second name – which I don’t have.