Just taking a five minute break from my womanly duties...
Duties which include:

Watching the UK TV History channel (about spies or something) as I rustle up an Apple Crumble. Crumble and Spies are so English.

Slicing carrots obliquely. Having a penchant for sharp ends.

Feeling sorrow for the small chicken I'm about to roast. My heart goes out to it. His heart probably going into some cat food.

Cutting an Oxo cube in half. Got to make adjustments in my standard of living.

Dropping boulder sized hints about how much softer and pliable my hands would be if I had a washing machine.

Mentioning bendy knees and my afternoon nap.