This morning couldn’t have been much more stressful. I woke up at Jamie’s house (Jamie is my boyfriend and we’d been visiting his brother).
I thought I’d make a nice breakfast for everyone since I was the first one up, so I headed downstairs and put some bread rolls in the oven while I prepared ingredients for a fry-up.
About five minutes in, the oven starts leaking smoke. When I opened that oven, I filled the whole ground floor with the most acrid smoke you can imagine. Not my oven, so I assume I’ve somehow massively buggered up the rolls.
It turns out that Jamie’s brother had, in cooking while his parents are away, cooked sausages on a tray with holes in it. There was a veritable oil swimming pool at the bottom of the oven which had burnt terribly.
It’s going to take a good cleaning and the world will return to normal, but the heart attack that gave me was not ideal. Ces’t la vie. It was inspiration for an illustrated comic I really quite like.
SEASIDE ILLUSTRATION 