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There's been a thorn in my palm for a few weeks and it didn't hurt and it wasn't infected until I tried to get it out (without success).
When I was sitting at the table this evening cutting out material for my puppet that I will have to sew up in the exam tomorrow, my mother was making burgers when the frying pan caught fire. Not a little fire, but a huge roaring one. I shrieked like a banshee while my mother sort of froze; then she turned the gas off and the fire died away.
After things had calmed down my mother said to the dog, 'She's a great screamer, isn't she, Molly?'
I was muchly embarrassed. 'I need a whiskey to calm me nerves,' I said. I had some orange juice instead.
I was then given a lecture on what to do in that sort of situation. Turns out you aren't supposed to run outside for the garden hose, or grab the frying pan and throw it over the fence into the field; a damp tea towel is what's needed. (Because my mother was so quick to come to that conclusion while the stupid pan was actually on fire.)
I'll have to start getting my stuff ready for the Art exam tomorrow. I keep running through what I need in my head: paint, paintbrushes, wool, material, fabric paint, thread, needles, scissors and on and on and I'm panicking that I'm going to forget something.
I finished Finding Violet Park and have moved on to New Moon, the second in the Twilight series.
When I was sitting at the table this evening cutting out material for my puppet that I will have to sew up in the exam tomorrow, my mother was making burgers when the frying pan caught fire. Not a little fire, but a huge roaring one. I shrieked like a banshee while my mother sort of froze; then she turned the gas off and the fire died away.
After things had calmed down my mother said to the dog, 'She's a great screamer, isn't she, Molly?'
I was muchly embarrassed. 'I need a whiskey to calm me nerves,' I said. I had some orange juice instead.
I was then given a lecture on what to do in that sort of situation. Turns out you aren't supposed to run outside for the garden hose, or grab the frying pan and throw it over the fence into the field; a damp tea towel is what's needed. (Because my mother was so quick to come to that conclusion while the stupid pan was actually on fire.)
I'll have to start getting my stuff ready for the Art exam tomorrow. I keep running through what I need in my head: paint, paintbrushes, wool, material, fabric paint, thread, needles, scissors and on and on and I'm panicking that I'm going to forget something.
I finished Finding Violet Park and have moved on to New Moon, the second in the Twilight series.