Okay, after that rather depressing last post I figured it was probably worthwhile lifting the mood somewhat. This past week, I have been recovering slowly but if there is one thing I hate it's being cooped up. It's a little better at my parent's place since their house is so much larger than my tiny flat, but I still needed to get out and get some fresh air. For a few days this week, I have done exactly that since my Dad also has to exercise his knee, so a little wander should do us all good. It was tiring, but definitely good to get out. Today, however, I was feeling rather tired and opted to stay in, instead taking inspiration from the Great British Bake Off and attempting to make my first loaf of bread. As with anything I do, I went for the hardest option and attempted Paul Hollywood's Eight-Strand Plaited Loaf . I got as far as the fifth step of the plait and gave up, as my dough was not really playing ball and the plaiting didn't make a lot of sen...