I almost burnt down my house this morning.
Calm down. The key word here is "almost." There wasn't any actual flames.
You see, I was boiling an egg for breakfast. Multi-tasking, as I usually do, I boiled while got dressed and put on the little make up I wear. The problem was, I had forgotten about the egg and I left the house. With the egg still boiling on a hot stove.
I recalled that I hadn't turned of the stove about a quarter of the way to work. I promptly turned around and ran home to find that there was no fire... yet... but I had almost melted the bottom of the pot. The bottom layer fell off the pot and was so hot, poking it with a wooden spoon made it almost crumple (I had to get it off the burner).
I'm angry at myself, and I'm stressed, and I was late for work, and it's been shitty. And I owe the Amazing Flatmate a new pot.
I'm also now very paranoid, and continually scanning local news sites in case I overlooked something and now the house is actually on fire.
So if I seem irritable, that's why. I'm tired and the hot weather has made me grumpy and I'm just not having a good day.
I'm off to hide from the world.