When I was about 10, my grandmother gave me a year's membership of the Children's Book Club as a birthday present. Every month a hardback book would arrive through the post. This is how I came to read "The Runaway Settlers" by Elsie Locke. It made a big impression upon me, and left me with a vague hankering, even at that age, for self-sufficiency, growing-your-own.
Only a hankering. Only vague. I'm a big fan of Waitrose.
The washing is in the machine. And the next load is waiting... but for how long? Who knows.
I finished the blanket square, and reached the base layer of the dining room table.
On the way to the base layer of the table, I discovered all the instrument inventories from the different schools I worked in last year, updated the spreadsheets and files the paperwork. I also excavated a couple of cardboard boxes waiting to be used for something useful, and relocated them to the garage.
The cake is in the oven (yoghurt cake - it's the only one I make at the moment because it is so very, very quick and easy). Chocolate this time - replace half a pot of flour with cocoa powder, and dollop in what might be about a tablespoon of baking powder, and use half and half dark brown sugar and caster sugar. I'm not including a picture of it baking in the oven until the oven has been cleaned. There are limits to what one is allowed to exhibit to the unsuspecting reader.