The element in the oven once again got its revenge on non domestic-goddess me, but this time there were no fingers or oven mitts involved. I heard this awful noise and looked in the window to find a small fire going on in the top. The whole stove is staying switched off until the repairman I looked up in the Yellow Pages is coming to fix it tomorrow.I could have cooked something without it…. ummm probably not if I wanted to eat any vegetables. I had to ring my mother at work and leave a message on her voicemail asking if I could come for dinner. I must have sounded completely insane. And I knew the only way she’d turn me down is if my parents were going out for dinner. I love my family.
I also hope the repairman doesn’t try to overcharge me. I want to spend the money I (still) have on more interesting things. Like maybe a few music tracks from iTunes if the rumours are true.