Nearly set the kitchen on fire yesterday. I left a saucepan on the stove to dry it so I could put my butter in without the water and oil mixing to cause the irritating sputter. Anyway, sat down to watch a bit of TV and when I got back to my saucepan and put a chunk of butter in, the whole thing burst into flames that shot up to the rangehood! I'm like, ok, this will die down right (we're talking serious flames here. More than just a flambe please...)? But nooo... the flames just kept burning. To cut a short story shorter, Eazy doused the thing with another saucepan of water. Bravo. Found out later that you should never mix oil and water.

How's that for an exciting day huh?

Watched the Queen Mother's funeral on TV earlier this evening. I wasn't particularly emotional. I wonder if the British have become good at funerals. They've had plenty of practice these few years haven't they? I didn't see the wailing and moaning that permeated Princess Di's funeral. Didn't see that many flowers thrown at the passing cortege. Was the Queen Mother less loved than Diana. I think not. Perhaps it was the circumstances of death that made one more tragic than the other, more "deserving" of public demonstrations of anguish. Or have they just become accustomed to what's becoming to seem like a regular affair? It's a whole case study in itself isn't it?

Speaking of which, I have tons of work waiting to be done. I'll ramble on later.