An hour later, tastebuds tingling at the prospect of a tasty meal my hopes were dashed when it became clear that what had caused the power to fail was the withdrawal of labour on the part of the heating element in the oven. So no tea, then. Just the prospect of an expensive phone call to the repair man.
|Copyright Julia Thorley 2012|
On the other hand, just look at this fantastic picture that I took out of my bedroom window. How cool is that?