Making toast
When I was 14, I wasn't that keen on toast for breakfast. As a result, I would get a plate out of the cupboard, put a piece of bread in the toaster, spread a few crumbs of the toast on the plate, leave it out on the side, and throw away the piece of toast in the bin outside. This all in an effort to convince my parents that I'd eaten some breakfast.
After a few weeks, I realised it was actually less effort to just make the toast and eat it.
The reason I mention this is because, for the majority of my working day today, I listened to people make contingency plans for snow that hadn't yet arrived. It struck me at the time, and does so now as the first flakes of snow fall here in SE15, that this was the equivalent of my making toast but not eating it.
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