So, yesterday, my brother picked me up and drove me north to visit our terminally ill mother for a few hours . Before we set off, he helped me install my new combination microwave, and put the old one in his van for dumping. On getting home i felt exhausted and fell staight into bed.
I very much depend on the microwave, given my dietary resrictions plus dfifficulty using conventional oven , To simplify it: I can’t eat sandwiches etc (not even the free-from ones) , and can’t seem bend over to pull a meal out of the oven without burrning myself and dropping the food all over the floor. So i gave all that up, years ago.
Anyway, so this morning i get up, sit at the computer for a bit while my brain wakes up , as usual, then i make a pot of coffee as usual, drink a cup , then sit back down at my computer. Then I go back to the kitchen, to pour my second cup, heat it up up in the microwave, and make myself some porridge (also using microwave) . I turn to the microwave, look at the infamiliasr control;s, then recall in a flash. the events of yesterday ; and in particular the display that flashed up, the instant we plugged it in, insisting that i read the 107-page manual before proceeding.
Oh! bugger it!
I think I’m going to be having an exctremely late breakfast today. Reading through a 107 -page manual wothout the benefit of my 2nd morning coffee? Aaaaargh. I’ve read the first page, so far. Then I came back to my PC , as you see,