When I moved in with Himself I brought with me loads of stuff which took over the flat. One thing I didn't bring was kitchen scales; he had some but they were a feeble little plastic scale with a tiny tray that was next to useless unless you were baking cakes for Ronnie Corbett. For years I would huff and puff over the uselessness of these scales until finally, while I was coveting some slinky electronic ones in John Lewis, the Aged Parent offered to buy them for me. Initially I wanted the pink scale with the white polka dots but as these have a glass surface I decided it was safer to choose ...
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