Sometime in the early 90s I was away on a meditation retreat in a boarding school.

First morning we all lined up with our brekkie bowl of oatmeal. I'd never used a microwave, so asked a friend how long to cook my serve, & pressed buttons for the time he said.

So there I was when the buzzer buzzzzzed with an overflowing dish & a messy oven, as he apologised for forgetting to tell me it needed to be stopped half way thru & stirred, so we had a line of hungry folks behind as HE cleaned it.

sandra