I finally became a victim of the Icelandic volcano today. I put my lunch on the hob to heat up, and then switched on the TV to see whether anything interesting was happening. I arrived in the middle of an extended news report on the consequences of the ash cloud that continues to keep Europe’s airspace closed. I tarried too long, eventually returning to the kitchen where I was met by a smell of burning food and one hell of a mess on top of the cooker. I shook my fist vigorously in the direction of Iceland, before cleaning up the mess and having a belated lunch. I suspect this is a reprisal for the Cod War.
Animals later.
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4 comments:
Be careful with your dinner!
Heh. :) Some jets are flying at this point.
Shay: No worries. It was only tomato juice burning on the hob. The only bit of me that got hurt was my self-esteem. What a stupid things to do!.
Wizardess: Nice to hear from you. More to the point, is your blog still a no-fly zone for men? It isn't a matter of fear, you understand, it's just...well...
Ha ha! Love how you "shook your fists vigorously in the direction of Iceland"! :D
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