Right. The sum total for the past 36 hours.

Set the hoover on fire.
Burned incense which hid the smell of the following point
Almost caused a fire in the bread maker.
Caused blackened charcoaly sooty bits in the bottom of aforesaid bread maker
Filled the entire flat with the mysterious smell of burning bread.
Caused 10 foot high wardrobe door to fall on own head. Necesitating the second door to require being partly removed to put them both back on the rails and fix them. Involving adept S shaped manouvering like some strange gymnast on tippy toes on top of a chair to get up and unscrew bits.
Developed wandering hands when CGBF was repairing it. And was slightly distracting. Ummmmm.
Generated lost of dust that made it hard for CGBF to breathe.
Screamed, shrieked like the spider phobe that I am at the large spider that was racing around the living room.

Jumped and almost shrieked when a street bin door (on union street, Aberdeen's main shopping street) swung open because I thought there was someone in there who pushed it open (ask not).
Burned my hand.
Talked in my sleep and told CGBF to go away because he was fidgeting too much (we were both asleep).
Ate some of the chocolate for cooking. Nom nom nom.

I should speak about knitting.

That'll be the next post.