It was a fantastic sandwich, but would have been all the better if I hadn't gone back into the kitchen to put my plate in the sink to find it full of smoke. Oops...
Appeared I had forgotten to switch the hob off after cooking and the left over oil proceeded to catch fire. Stupid fire alarm never even went off...until the smoke wafted into the corridor behind me setting that alarm off after I started dealing with it. Don't think anyone was very happy with me.
Could hear the flatmates swearing at the alarm in their bedrooms, but none appeared in their pants as I expected. Security however did (though thankfully dressed and not in their pants) and seem quite bemused that I was cooking so late. Least he tried to help me air the flat (it still stinks though!) as the kitchen window wouldn't open since they had locked it after our break in. So I had to sit in the front door whilst the window in the corridor outsides the flat was opened to release the smoke.
Must have looked really strange me sat there propping the door open with my feet as I sat there read the paper and ate strawberry pencils, all that was missing was a cup of tea
Still the kitchen is back to its normal nuclear state with added smokey smell and the frying pan will soon be usable again once we figure out how to get the burnt oil tar off the bottom.
Any hoo think I might actually go get that cup of tea...
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