I should have gone to Waitrose but didn't because a) couldn't be bothered and b) I get annoyed because everything is so expensive in there, but mainly a). Anyway, I didn't and only remembered when I had returned home and put my slippers on that there was no bread.
No bread.
No breakfast.
Hmmmm
So I made some. I have a magic loaf-creating machine so the principle of idleness has not been breached. Tip in some tepid water and a packet of sawdust, press a button and step back.
Then I went away and embarked on lots of things far more interesting - and forgot about the bread again.
Forgot, that is, until about fifteen minutes ago when I was unable to dismiss the wonderful smell any longer. It took me a few minutes to remember the burgeoning bread, by which time the aroma of new-baked had filled the house.
Sometimes it's good to be idle!
