Despite not taking up as much time as I hoped it would, I was quite pleased with my bread making efforts. I thought It would come out as a tiny rock hard blob that I would be hard pressed to call a loaf, but it was totally recognisably as bread, I know it's not exactly a work of art, but I had exceeded my expectations, and I celebrated.
I celebrated a little too early actually. Discovery number two was that, although I am perfectly capable of making bread, I am less than proficient at slicing it. I mean, who really has that issue? I made it through the activating of the yeast and all the kneading and proving, only to butcher my nicely formed loaf with a knife, into some small, squished and crumbling fragments. Luckily, it still smelt and tasted like fresh bread, an illusion not ruined unless I looked at it.
Another discovery I have made is that I am apparently completely invisible and occasionally completely silent as well. Although I have been home for 5 days, my landlord called me today to ask if I was OK, because he had expected me back on Thursday. Despite my having sung and played guitar loudly with the windows and sometimes the door open, left the house multiple times, looked after their dog during a storm and done my washing in the shared laundry, I have not been noticed once. I have not even made enough noise to make them suspect that someone may have broken into my flat or the laundry. I have no idea how to feel about this, but maybe I should be looking into a new career as a burglar or international jewel thief.
I'd let you know when I made my fist successful heist, but then you'd be able to turn me in.
Xx,
Little (silent and invisible) Duck

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