

Go on go on go on go on go on
I got my first bread machine second-hand on eBay, for a fraction of the price of a new one. When that gave up the ghost I found a replacement machine even cheaper in a charity shop. It’s the sort of thing people buy or are given, and it ends up shoved in a cupboard. They are sold on cheaply, often hardly used.
I make a simple wholemeal loaf every week: bread flour, yeast, a little fat (oil or butter), a little salt. I leave it to bake overnight and wake to a wonderful smell. It’s better bread than supermarket stuff and works out cheaper, even using premium flours. I’m too lazy to go through all the kneading, proving etc; having a machine do it for me is perfect.
I was trying to take a photo of piece of jewellery in my hand tonight and accidentally activated my phone’s AI. It threw up a big Paperclip-type message, “How can I help you?” I muttered “fuck off” as I stabbed at the back button. “I’m sorry you feel that way!” it said.
Yeah, I hate it. At least Paperclip didn’t give snark.
My first UK flat - renovated in the 1980s - had a waste disposal installed. Eventually it clogged, and the plumber who came to fix it said he loved these things because they made him a lot of money. He himself would never have one. It had clogged from the dirt from potato peelings, apparently a very common issue.