The operating table

I was working on an important project when all of a sudden, SNAP! My sewing machine was no longer sewing. I cried many tears and doom clouded in my brain. No more craft time. The end. 

Two and a half hours later, both parents stood on my doorstep. Father with a carrier bag full of tools and my mother forever prepared with biscuits. Another half an hour later and a lot of dirt and dust removed, my beautiful expensive Japanese sewing machine was revived,and now I can do lots more craft time again.