Been a while. Been busy and any precious writing time has gone to the works in progress. It happens.
Tonight, I was woken to the shrill squeeeeee of the smoke alarm. Check the baby’s room first, wife grabs her and wraps her in case we need to run, then the bathroom. The boiler is in there, so it is a candidate. Nothing. Run downstairs and smoke is billowing out of the kitchen.
A casserole. Burnt to a cinder in the oven. There is a hell of a mess to clean up, and my favorite pot will most likely need to be thrown out, but at least there was no actual fire.
Don’t go blaming me - I were asleep when it was put on. No idea it was even in there. Yet - who picked up the blame for this? A screaming row over a screaming child is NOT what you need at 2 AM.