Rough beginning of the weekend

This morning I came into the kitchen and started fixing some breakfast. Something didn't work in the cappuccino maker valve, though: and after a St.Helens-like eruptions, I sat hopelessly at the table as a geyser of coffee hit the ceiling and nebulized drops rained all over me.
It now seems that, after all, there will be painting done this weekend, but of a different nature: kitchen walls and ceiling. Miniatures will have to wait.