8.40 – arrived home.
Julia is safely dropped at the railway station. My journey back just beat the major build up of traffic which occurs about this time – a few minutes can make a lot of difference.
Bread. Looks like the crumb is a bit dense at the bottom. I seem to remember this one had honey in it.
There is noise in the woodlands. I can just make out a white pick-up, as used by the park rangers, and hear the sound of a man playing with a chainsaw. There is a difference between the sound of a chainsaw in use and one that is being revved just because some man-child likes making noise. This is definitely the later.
I wonder if I can write a poem on this theme.
Probably.
I wonder if I will bother.
Probably not.
I fight with the system TESCO has for the ordering of groceries, and wonder who designed the system. Probably, I decide, someone who was either brought up with computers and can work it out, or somebody who hates people who shop on line. Probably the latter.
Pizzas
You would think that it would be easy to find the page to book a slot, hard to book the wrong slot and impossible to order a basket of groceries without having first booked a slot.
It isn’t.
People say to me that they can’t understand why I hate modern life.
Nearly an hour has passed. I can still hear the chainsaw in the distance.
Cars (driven by other people and getting in my way), chainsaws and online shopping systems (I like the online shopping, I don’t like some of the systems). Three good reasons to dislike modern life.
Anyway, time to go. I may be back later, depending on how interesting the rest of my day is.
Soda bread
Photos are bread from March 2016.
If only the best of the old could could be brought along with the best of the new! 🙂
I agree. It seems logical to me – improve what you have and fill in the gaps with new inventions. Wikipedia and email – yes – social media – in moderation – inflencers? Why?
Modern life? Yup I’m with you on that one. I recently was attached to the Tesco shopping App, I can’t remember why, Gillian normally does it. I feel your pain. Yesterday I tried to take the yoghurt off today’s shopping (proactive) Half an hour later I asked her to do it. Back in time? The 50’s definitley. Music, clothes, rockers and teddy boys 😊
I’ve recently started a sort of alternative reality shopping where I try to wipe something off and end up with two of them being delivered. It was yoghurt that reminded me. We have quite a lot of it at the moment due to an administrative error. 🙂
Mmmmm. Are those pizzas made with English muffins? They’re also great made on tortillas. I’m sorry you dislike modern life. I’m continually grateful to have been born in the time and place I was: antibiotics, education, way less sexism, opportunity… Alas, your bread looks fabulous.
IT was a quick pizza dough that I developed for teaching baking after amalgamating several recipes. I seem to have lost it, which is a shame. It didn’t need proving, though it did sometimes give us strange shapes in the hands of nine-year-olds.
I did cover time travel a few mont5hs ago. I wouldn’t go back before 1945 due to the antibiotics and anaesthetics. However, we had them in the 60s, 70s and 80s, without all the additional nonsense of computerised systems, influencers and teens tortured by social media (to name just three things of many). I’m glad not to be young.
Top quality ranting today. Cheered me up enormously.
Thank yuo. Glad to be of service. 🙂
After seeing all those bread pictures, my mouth is watering.
Mine too. It would be now I am cutting out carbs. 🙁
Oh, why is it that everything we love is bad for us?
I gave up smoking by telling myself all the negative things about it, and repeating it. I can’t do that with food, I just don’t believe it in the same way.
In a world where every system is planned by 12 year old computer literates what chance do we have?
Old age and treachery, I was taught, will always overcome youth and enthusiasm. Or is that another myth about ageing?
Regarding modern organisation of all kinds where systems that were easy are now made difficult I have a theory. In Australia we have a program in schools where young 13/14 year old students get to work in business and factories et al for two weeks. It is called “Work Exparience” and many businesses or factories etc hate it because someone has to supervise the little twits. So Daddy gets someone he knows to take on the young 13/14 yo. And Daddy or Daddys mate in business puts the yobbo on a computer and sets a task that he thinks would take a day or two and the twat gets in done in five minutes and then re-write the factory’s whole personael management structure. Now you know.
Sounds familiar. Our “work experience” programme is similar, with little actual work experience.