It’s Official To Tell You That My Cooker Is Weird

Hmm, the cooker or simply me…


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The cooker or me? That’s the big question Jan Sebastian 🖐👩‍🦰, that I’m hoping you can answer.

“Am I going nuts?”

“If so, then is it likely I’m destined for the squirrels lunch?”

Yesterday I was upstairs staring at my latest plan to become the world’s richest person when, lo-and-behold, I heard a tinny beeping noise coming through my hearing aids.

So, off I trotted to my stairlift, to slowly take me downstairs (yes, I do mean slowly, the stair lift’s speed is lower than a tortoises' fastest crawl at the very best) into the waiting arms of that ‘off’ button on the cooker, that was telling me food was cooked.

Descending, I impatiently hollered (yes, at the cooker) “button it, remember that patience is a virtue…”

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Our grown daughter’s toddlers found it hilarious I was shouting at the cooker, who incidentally, wasn’t listening, and continuing to ‘beep.’



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Psychiatric Nurse Writer. Owner of Creative Passions, The Shortform, No Shame, World of Fiction publications, and co-editor for The Chocolate River.