Hit the Road (to heaven) Jack

Next door's fire was actually next-but-one's inferno.  A student had burnt her toast and the property is automatically alarmed to summon the fire brigade at the whiff of smoke.  Oh what fun.  I'd burn toast every day and get to know all the fireman on first name terms.

Mr Smith is away in Scotland playing tiddlywinks as usual.  (Golf in really stupid trousers actually).  With our lovely new internet connection and no Mr Smith I can watch BBC iPlayer into the small hours in bed.  I am very tired and will be quite crotchety by the time he comes home.

RIP Jack.  You were a lovely little dog, Internet Dating Jane's lovely little dog whose life sadly ended on Saturday;  I will miss you heaps.