Is this a throwback to preparations for hibernation?
I find myself giving in to this urge to clean out dark, dusty cupboards, defrost the freezer, explore the permafrost which is at the back of the fridge and I might even venture into the loft
I have just emptied out a large bread crock (Habitat circa 1970 something) in which I keep packets of dried goods -unearthing 5 assorted SR flour bags, 2(only!!) of plain flour, couscous, Pearl barley, assorted sugars, packets of walnuts, bread mix, pasta and rice(both colours plus one of arborio)
Most of it well past it's sell-by.
Time to sit down with a before it gets out of hand.
What triggers your inner "Aggie"?
What were the first ever records that you bought and when?
Parents-in-Law. What do/did you call them?