Apparently I've bought a conventional one. The opposite of conventional is not, alas, unconventional or even bohemian, but y'know, those-ones-with-the-grill-built-in, which I was mildly tempted by but you can't grill much on them and we have a George Foreman thing, and even, technically, a grill in the real oven (though it's rubbish and smokes a lot so is not often used) so it wasn't necessary. I quite like the idea of bohemian microwave ovens, but cheap, small and not overly complicated was what I was looking for. Mission accomplished.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue and the snow is mostly white, so it was quite nice being out and about today, even in retail parks.
|Far from being gruntled|
The cats are not entirely keen on the snow (neither are the kids for that matter - weird), but as long as the roads are clear, which they mostly are, I quite like it. It brightens things up no end, and there's that satisfying muted crunch when you walk in it and the cold smell, and fascinating footprints and sparkly bits. I think it will thaw tonight so I'm enjoying it while I can!