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So there I am , in the kitchen trying to make some toast, stood ages and ages I knew the cooker was on, I could feel the heat why the hells my bread not toasting ? ahhh-no, you donkey ! I've turned the oven on , instead of the grill having one of those days oh-dear. Elizabeth alexander 24/1/2016

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