One of these things is nothing to do with the other

[desperance]

Ouchie. Yesterday's physio session was, um, a little brutal? in its efforts to recover what might have been lost ground; and now my shoulder is strapped up. And exceedingly sore. I think the strapping is really just to hide the bruises. "You may feel it for a day or two," she said. Heh. (But I left her brokedy too, nursing her poor abused thumbs. The last five minutes, she'd been using her elbows instead.)

And now I must go and make bread. Which I have not done for weeks'n'weeks, and nothing good has happened in the meantime, so. (If there are no superstitions about the baking of bread causing good things to happen around it, there ought to be...)

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[megabitch.livejournal.com]

I had this attitude for a long time. "I don't need a bread machine, I am perfectly capable of making bread the proper way!" Right up until I spotted one being offered locally on freecycle at about the time I realised that I just don't make bread because it hurts my neck and shoulders for days afterwards. When that one finally died of overuse we made a list of requirements, including the size and orientation of machine needed to fit into a specific spot in our tiny kitchen, and ended up with a Morphy Richards Fastbake. I mostly ignore the recipe book that came with it and tweak recipes I find elsewhere.