The road to hell is paved with good intentions...

MrsDB has had a busy weekend preparing for guests arriving this morning (rest of the week was a doddle mind you) so I decided to bring her toast and tea in bed. OK, I'm a softee.

Put the toast under the grill and wandered through to the office. Yesterday's footy news came on the telly. I got distracted. 10 minutes later the smoke alarm was wailing and the kitchen was full of acrid blue smoke - and the hall and the porch and... Aw shoot!!!!

I thought of scraping the black off but it just shattered. I can smell burnt toast all around the house. I took it out to the bin and I've trodden mud back into the hall. What a bloody state and she's not out of bed yet!

Now the dilemma; 7.30am - to face the beast or let sleeping dogs lie?