Good morning, Cellarites.
I now have zero-palm-oil stock, thanks to TFM
An unexpected bonus of endless staring at the garden is that I have become expert at naming (accurately) the various narcissi Mr Bee has planted. I have to w#rk at my hosta recognition (most of them are barely a tip-ovva-leaf).
Well done with flour acquisitions. We have sufficient bread flour and yeast for another 3 loaves - no wholemeal, though.
Today I had my regular five-sneezes-a-day (that I’ve been having since October or so) all in one go just now, which was interesting and has left me a little light-headed. If I didn’t know me or them, no doubt I would be in a taking about them. Just as well not to go to the shops if I’m going to do that; people would probably faint. Or stone me. or something.
I have had a ‘nervous’ cough for as long as I can remember. It’s just there. Plus hallergies & so sneeze, usually severally, regularly. In a civilised, covered mouth, hankie available sort of way.
I try to not do it now, if out, but it’s so ingrained that I do it almost unknown. People do step back a little. I quite like the power tbh.
Mrs. Armrest does surprisingly fierce stares … at me … if out & has some proficient at handing me a tissue. Irritatingly proficient.
The five-a-day recommendation is entirely arbitrary and there is considerable international variation in target levels: in Japan, for example, the guideline is seven or eight a day.
The antihistamine helps, but I have tried to train myself not to sneeze so violently whilst driving, as closing one’s eyes whilst driving is Nottan Good Thing, generally speaking
Meanwhile, fresh crusty loaf just out of the oven. (Still using the last of the standard strong white - enough for one more loaf after this, then on to the T65…)