I like to make dinner, and early. Especially if the descendents have to go out.
Late yesterday afternoon, I spent some time making a quiche.
Once cooked, removed it from the oven with a cloth.
Repeat, A Cloth.
So burnt myself and dropped the lot, on the floor, where a cat had been waiting impatiently for scraps about 20 minutes beforehand.
Binned. Shrug. Have to.
I put them on a tray.
I came back to see if they were cooked.
I had not put them in the oven, and descendent was to be at band hall soonish as well...
So there was no band hall practice- the sore foot was just the final excuse not to venture on the road.
Was it due to MS somehow? A clumsiness inherent in the dis-order?
Maybe this should be filed here instead, like, bad luck to be born a duck, or filed here under overcooked, over worked and underpaid?