The joys of smell

Nothing beats waking in the morning to the smell of fresh baked bread!
I make ours every second day or so, and have done ever since we bought our first domestic breadmaking machine, 10 years ago. It's about the only domestic duty I enjoy.
We thought we could do without a breadmaker when we set out on our "Grey Nomad" adventure in 2000. But we discovered a bit of space in the caravan and bought a new machine in Kunanurra, six months later. That machine gave up the ghost (yeast?) last week, and I reckon that's not a bad span for a hot, handy household helper.
The replacement, by the way, is working well. It came, though, with a massive recipe book - I didn't know there was so much potential to develop the basic flour, yeast, salt and water formula.
The new unit (I call him Fred) even has a special, automated, nut and sultana hatch - fancy that!
But if you come to tea at our place you'll mostly get "wholemeal" bread. Come at the right time and you'll smell it, right through the house.
PS. In the early bread-making days I was a purist. I had a cupboard full of the separate ingredients and left a dusting of flour over most of the kitchen. These days I buy the pre-mix packs and, while they're (of course)not as good as my own the're very nearly there - and much easier and faster for busy people like you and me.