One of the unspoken about pleasures of owning a second home is the sheer delight of decorating and equipping the second home in a manner that excludes all reference to work, the 8-til-8, the sainsburys, the bloody gardening. No suits, no paperwork, no journals, even the pc has a totally different list of favs..
I have a bread machine at this second home, for those evenings when I forsee a marmite-on-toast hunger settling in with dusk. 20.00hr and the familiar bleeps announce the bread is ready. Opening the lid I take out the pan with fragrant hot white loaf...
So how the hell did I manage to cook a dessert spoon in the middle of the loaf?
I have a bread machine at this second home, for those evenings when I forsee a marmite-on-toast hunger settling in with dusk. 20.00hr and the familiar bleeps announce the bread is ready. Opening the lid I take out the pan with fragrant hot white loaf...
So how the hell did I manage to cook a dessert spoon in the middle of the loaf?
