29 May 2009

Smoke up my kilt

Dearest, lovely wee clutch of readers,

My flat is filled with smoke. This was my attempt to toast oats for my planned "build your own cranachan" post. The alarm went off and I jumped up and down beneath it, waving a towel (1. I have very high ceilings. 2. I despise jumping). Now the window is open and I can watch the smoke pouring out. Air...precious air...

Just so you know (cough)...if I don't make it through (wheeze...sputter)...you're all really super.


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