Unwelcome news, readers. I carried out the usual rigmarole of putting on the kettle, tossing a tea-bag in the beaker, taking a slice of Irwin's high-fibre Nutty Crust out, trimming it slightly (it's an irregular shape) and placing it in the toaster.
So far, so good.
However, when I scraped the knife along the butter, I immediately noticed its firmness, more so than of late.
My butter is my barometer. It is an indicator as to the state of the weather.
Summer, I fear, has ended.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
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