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Thursday, 13 February 2020

Can anyone tell me...

why... okay, okay I know you can’t because I have consigned you to the big commentators crypt in the sky... I am aware a crypt is beneath, however use your imagination here...
the rich get given things when they can well afford to pay for them themselves?
Holidays in Mustique spring to mind, Rolex watches on the tanned arms of celebs and minor royals. Fleets of Range Rovers at their beck and call.
‘Phone them up old man, we’re off on a shoot!’ (and want to look the part without actually putting our hands in our pockets type of thing!)
I just don’t get it!



A year has gone by...

and the sourdough saga continues, nothing much changes, apart maybe my level of frustration at my tarnished bread making skills of a ferment...