Tuesday, Mar 14, 2006 at 08:09
When Tracy bought this damn thing, and notice, I said TRACY, not Ian, I looked at it with derision, but kept my counsel.
We were up at
Burra when we first attempted to use it, note the word... attempted.
I was at the stove with my daughter Rhiannan, and we were waiting, and waiting, for bread to either turn to toast, or just simply give up, and go stale.
Rhiannan says..."Look Dad, it can do five bits!" She had somehow placed another slice on the top, and it turned to toast! It went downhill from there though, as we then tried to grab the one and only slice of toast, and it fell, and got wedged, and started to burn.
Tracy comes out, to the sight of us trying to salvage the remains of the burnt slice, and admonishes us, for messing around, saying "You two, can't leave you alone to do anything. I see you have only Just figured out where to put the 4 slices of bread, if you had done that before, we would of had toast by now, but oh no, you've got to try and do one at a time, serves you right, hope you burn your fingers."
Well, what's a guy to do?
It's amazing, how a small crappy piece of tin, can cause that much consternation.
Wolfie
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