So i made a little accidental fire in the kitchen this morning. I woke up early and went to the kitchen all blurry-eyed to put the water on for coffee. Carl had left his dirty bacon/egg pan on th stove with the lid on but I paid no attention to that. I turned the stove on to boil the water in the kettle and started to get ready. Carl's peacefully sleeping downstairs in the bedroom while I'm getting another row on my somewhat cowl sweater in before I really have to get ready. Before I know it I start smelling smoke. I walk into the kitchen and the pan was filled with smoke. Apparently in my half asleep state I had turned on the wrong burner. I turned the burn off and took the lid of. This was a bad idea because once that oxygen got in there the pot and the lid caught fire so I'm standing in my PJs, pre coffee, with a flaming pan in one hand and a flaming lid in the other. I quickly put out the fire and said a little prayer. The main living area was filled with smoke and I can't open our windows because they're too heavy. I went downstairs and Carl was up and at the computer working. I told him what happened and asked him to help me open the window. He didn't seem phased by this story in the slightest. He also didn't come help me. Eventually I got him upstairs and he opened the window for me. About 10 minutes later he looks at me and says "wait, was there really a fire?" WHY WOULD I MAKE THIS UP?
If was an interesting morning.