Conversations with oven.

I, once again, have come late to the party. Reading from beginning to end I find it comforting (?) that I identify with every post. I have told P that I'm not, as he says, mad, and there are people out there very similar, his reply was 'heaven help us!
Why has nobody mentioned Schroedinger's Cat?
I shout at anything that bleeps, except the bread maker, which gets praised for being very clever if the loaf is good, occasionally it has a blonde moment and chucks out a duff one.