Not a risk taker, for now.

I didn't manage to make a traffic light crossing that had just turned. From the other side, I watched 22 seconds count down on the green man. There was more than a decent chance I would fall, crumple and fold once more. It was not a happy feeling.

So where's my official disabled tag already. My only alternative is to paint myself like a zebra crossing, and that won't buy me much additional time, either.

A lot of hot air.

Ding. I think air fryers are key to hangouts. A Hindi movie sesh (I have got to stop using that word) runs just right for a string of eats, fresh fried. Ding. Samosas, and any kind of instant food you can imagine. 

Ding. Nuggets. Fish fingers. Ding. Potato wedges, fresh fried and seasoned to wow. Hopefully, they're just a little undercooked in the centres. Lovely. Ding. Whatever meat you wish. The good stuff, no sotong balls, though those are good too. Some preparation with marinade and such, but well worth it. I've made steak, decent by even my standards. Ding. You can ding-bake if you want to. Not something I've tried, but I've seen pictures of good results. Not for sweets, usuall

Looks like an the mother of all portable chargers, cooks like a charm. You need an air fryer in your life. The original black Phillips one, please. Anything else wouldn't match you kitchen. No, really.