Update

This morning I baked a loaf, but do not shout at me! For lo, I did not knead it! Not at all!

I used the dough hooks that came with my hand mixer, that I had entirely forgotten about. I liked nothing about this process; it feels awkward and difficult and fundamentally wrong. It might be better with a more powerful mixer, but I'm not prepared to bet fifty quid on that, which is what it would cost.

However, the bread's okay. So yes, I shall be good for a while.

While the bread was proving and baking, I cleared a lot of stuff in the office, so that when Mark came back at midday we could do some more heavy shifting, this to there and that to the other corner and so on.

For those of you who were anxious, do not shout at me! We did not put the printer on the double-stacked filing cabinets! I evolved an alternative solution overnight, of the which I shall show you photos when I can find my camera. Which has, surprise, been Put Somewhere. Hmmm.

So: I have many empty shelves and many full boxes, and a classic opportunity to sort through all my shit and throw a lot of it out. I did actually try to apply myself to that exact task, with a small boxful of papers: only it turned out that I wanted to keep almost all of them. Sigh. That's not how it was supposed to go, y'know...?

I've just spotted an old packet of typing-paper that I know for a fact I've owned for at least thirty years. How do I know this? It's quarto. When did you last see a sheaf of quarto?

I'll never use it, obviously, for that exact same reason; but I don't suppose I'll ever throw it out. That's a survivor from my teenage, that is. It's practically a relic.