8.45pm: Oats + milk + mug (still not brought in bowl) in work kitchen. Fantasize about toast. Vow to have another crack at breadmaking though, rather than buy rubbish bread.
1pm: Sainsburys is a very busy place.
1.05pm: Evil colleague makes me walk down cake isle.
1.10pm: Have to leave before I start shoplifting slabs of cheese and large sausage rolls.
Quickly buy:
one granery roll with sundried tomato 30p (very reasonable)
one small tomato 16p (not very reasonable AT ALL)
one large banana 14p (highlighting overpricedness of small tomato)
Sainsburys basics chicken flavour instant noodles 9p (what ON EARTH do 9p noodles taste like?!)
1.15pm: Evil colleague drags me into Greggs on way back to office to check out their Belgian buns.
1.16pm: Cakey sweetness smells amazing. Hurriedly eat banana.
1.30pm: Slice roll in half; slice tomato in half. Rub tomato over roll, Spanish style. Makes a bit of a mess, and should really feature garlic and olive oil, but certainly nice enough (and makes me feel I am eating something a bit more inspired than a tomato sandwich).
7pm: After much flour spilling and mild swearing, squish ball of risen dough into bread tin, and place in oven.
7.30pm: Remove from the oven what very much resembles a loaf of bread.
7.40pm: Bread does smell rather yeasty.
7.50pm: Cousin gives bread thumbs up.
7.55pm: We eat half. Tastes a bit yeasty.
8.10pm: Cousin and I have stomach ache. Am pretty sure I put in too much yeast.
8.30pm: Cousin tells me to stop talking about yeast, and that "yeasty" isn't a word.
8.45pm: Eat porridge.
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