Put a smile on your face—–
I’ve said now, one or two times, that I’m coming back and I am . . . but I wasn’t coming back today.
Today, because ‘he’ is out all day, I’d planned to do something with yeast. Nothing weird you understand, I haven’t sunk quite that low yet and even if I had I wouldn’t know where to start . . . I mean, who would? Though, Google probably would. Just a thought.
Anyway, the plan was still fresh in my mind as I manoeuvred my painful hip from my pit and wobbled to the bathroom.
It was there, in the bathroom, that all plans fell apart.
I sneaked the bathroom scales slowly towards me with my big toe and stepped on and it was at that point that I realised I would not be doing something with yeast until possibly 2022?
First, I haven’t the faintest idea where 5…
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