Some days don't run as according to plan as one would hope.
In the past 24 hours I have attempted to make a loaf of bread in the breadmaker without the stirring paddle inserted, which gave the house a delicious scent of rice pudding, but did not produce anything remotely resembling a loaf nor anything else at all edible.
I then put my blender wand in the cake mix instead of my electric hand whisk and wandered why I couldn't cream the butter and sugar very well.
I also had a less than satisfactory time at work for one reason and another (NOT this time due to my dippiness).
Anyway I have had some stitching therapy tonight and made another brooch which I enjoy doing. I wonder if I can sell them? Maybe I could just do this all day long and stay more sane instead of beckoning the early onset dimentia with quite the enthusiasm I did today...