Last night whilst preparing my feast for dinner, as a geture towards energy saving ideas I warmed my tin of sardines on the log burner. I forgot what I was doing, and wondered what the piercing & rasping sound was. I turned to the fireplace. There were 3 foot flames shooting into the air, the oil from the sardines had bubbled over and caught alight in a most victorious fashion. The boys, sensibly had high tailed it, and of course, my automatic reaction was to run around screaming and swearing. I was desperate not to burn the house down and so I had to carefully retrieved them using the old poker from the fire.
Moral of the story?
I really need to buy myself heat proof gloves.
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