Ablaze

So tired having watched the rats gallivanting in the old wash house for an hour or so that Myself went to bed early. Snuggled into the lovely sheepskin rug Daughter gave Myself and started dreaming of glorious meals of fresh fish served (naturally) on My antique Royal Worcester platter. But was disturbed when the meals started being served up cooked. Burnt even. In flames. And awoke to a kitchen full of smoke with Him and Her attempting to put out a blaze in the grill pan. (With remarkable thought She merely closed the grill and turned it off. Took a few minutes for the flames to die though. Each time He re-opened it they burst out again.)

They ended up with a totally healthy meal of fish and salad. And rather a large number of equally large drinks.

He fed the remains of the burnt chips to the chickens this morning. Which were frankly disgusted. And the entire house smells horrid.