I am pleased to say that every smoke alarm in the house is in excellent, earsplittingly clamorous working order. My pot may never be the same though, or the spoon, and there is a lingering sooty smell.
How we survive from day to day around here, I just don't know.
I hope you had a lovely mother's day. I hope you got flowers, sat on the toilet all by yourself, ate with two hands, and got hugged and 'I love you'-ed by sweet, sticky little people. They grow up so fast! When they do grow up, they are useful for rushing into smoke filled rooms, opening windows, turning on fans, turning off alarms, and alerting the neighbours that we are ok and don't need the fire brigade despite the smoke billowing from our home. And then bringing ice and comfort to their little brother. Motherhood: It's not boring, that's for sure.