As occasionally happens I must interrupt the inactivity on this blog to report ground breaking news;
I have just used a magnifying glass to read the baking instructions on a packet of bread mix.
Shit.
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It happens to the best of us, Jane. I used to make excuses about the light not being good enough when I struggled to read the paper.
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I've always fancied being Mr Elastic, Martin. Unfortunately, I can't afford the plastic surgery:)
ReplyDeleteIt's depressing getting old - thank goodness for small mercies like alcohol and drugs. (Prescription drugs obviously.)
At least you're one up on me, in that you've actually taken out a package of bread mix.
ReplyDeleteMe, I have an ready-to-make thing of bread, but I can't bring myself to actually bake it.
It's a marginal victory G:) I read the other day that the average woman doesn't learn to bake until age 55 (there's a whole post in that!) which means in about 2015 I will learnt to make gravy without the use of granules:))
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