here be pirates

the pirates seem to have been counting their treasure in the kitchen.

I came home from work to find this laid out - I guess it was Flea.

One crisis has been averted as the extreme amounts of smoke and steam pouring out of the car were only a sign that it needed a pipe replacing. If only it could've told us in a less dramatic way. Stupid thing.
Now I'm waiting for the oven people to phone me back to tell me when I can get my oven mended and then I can go shopping because I'll know what to buy (oven or no oven changes the cooking plan...)
If anything else breaks in the next 24 hours I'm going to declare myself broken and give up.