I don't have a job now - I think you know, right?
And, in spite of that, I find myself busy, busy, busy...
What with College, my voluntary job as a counsellor in a rural GPs' practice, generally faffing about catching up with friends and lazing around on t'Internets, it feels as if there aren't enough hours in the day.
So, occasionally, there is a sudden rush of blood to my head and I take myself to the kitchen (usually GJ's domain!) to prepare something. Last month I even baked some flapjack and some scones (slightly burned, very flat, still lovely - the scones that is).
And yesterday I put on a pan of pasta to let go cold to make salad, or for Grizz to heat up with some sauce and/or tuna when he came back home from dropping his girlfriend off at home.
I knew it would take about ten minutes, so I went off to catch up with blogs...
There was a Facebook competition where you could win a Kindle. I thought I might stand a chance of winning, so I began to click away and register, etc.
...When I first smelled a smell that smelled like burning, I was really curious about where the smell of burning could be coming from. Deciding it might just be from the kitchen, I tootled inside...
Afterwards, I started a very small trend on Twitter #anotherburnedpan
That would be the third in three months. This pan is now in the bin and guess what I am out doing this morning?
I rescued the first pan, and the second is still sitting, steeping in water, at the side of the sink - I hope to get around to resurrecting it, it's not that old a pan!
I'm giving Nigella her 'Domestic Goddess' badge back - Pronto!