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After going home via the bicycle shop, getting a tyre to replace the one with a big dent out of it, waiting around for half an hour to be served with some replacement gear cabling, rolling home and then fitting half the cables (only did the front shifter but during the process of adjustment the rear is now operating much more smoothly and reliably) then popping to a shop to test everything I was in that sort of mood where you know you're hungry but can't think what to eat no matter how many cupboards you open and stare into and no matter how long you spend gazing blankly into an opened fridge. In such situations where the rumbling of the belly would prevent sleep I am often thankful for the imagination-free tastiness of toast despite the hassle involved in making it since our toaster developed doubt.