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Today I made some biscuits, realising just before I put the tray in the oven that in an American recipe "350 degrees" probably means Fahrenheit, not Celsius, so I had to wait for the oven to cool down before I could cook them. I'm not a white chocolate fan and I couldn't find any "quality white chocolate" anyway, so I used dark chocolate instead and they're terrific: chunky and oaty and not too sweet.
Walking past a bookshop yesterday, I saw a book in the window titled "Jigsaws for Dummies". No, surely not. No-one could be so stupid as to need an instruction book on how to put jigsaws together. Further investigation revealed I was right: it wasn't a book. "Jigsaws for Dummies" was a box, containing a jigsaw... whose pieces are numbered on the back. That's even worse.
I would never hold myself up as a beacon of style. I'm writing this wearing green and cream shoes, mauve socks, very old bootleg jeans and a grey skivvy, so I shouldn't be pointing the anti-fashion finger at anyone else. However, the fashion page in the the Sunday paper is devoted to men this week and I have to say, ( I'm not loving this cardigan. )
Walking past a bookshop yesterday, I saw a book in the window titled "Jigsaws for Dummies". No, surely not. No-one could be so stupid as to need an instruction book on how to put jigsaws together. Further investigation revealed I was right: it wasn't a book. "Jigsaws for Dummies" was a box, containing a jigsaw... whose pieces are numbered on the back. That's even worse.
I would never hold myself up as a beacon of style. I'm writing this wearing green and cream shoes, mauve socks, very old bootleg jeans and a grey skivvy, so I shouldn't be pointing the anti-fashion finger at anyone else. However, the fashion page in the the Sunday paper is devoted to men this week and I have to say, ( I'm not loving this cardigan. )