Burden of choice

Paul must be a glutton for punishment. Either that or this is all part of his grand scheme to keep me occupied and out of his hair for hours on end.

Some of you would know that when I am given the option (think ... burden) of choice I turn into a indecisive schmuck. And, with age, it's not getting any better. So you would think that for my 32nd birthday Paul would make it easy for me and buy me one very simple, very plain gift. But no ... three fabulous books and one fabulous breadmaker with a plethora of recipes included for various types of scrumptious bread ideas that has certainly put my head in a spin. So now, my weekends are going to be spent either rugged up in bed with my head in a book or attempting one of many of the bread recipes that came with my new bread maker.

Glutton for punishment? I don't think so. Grand scheme? Most definitely. xxx