Burnin' love

Hmm. Not amused to arrive home at the start of a long weekend to the strong smell of burning and a cremated mess in an almost destroyed pan on top of the cooker.  Worst thing being, himself was upstairs occupied with Green Party stuff totally oblivious.  The weekend can only get better, I hope.

We're off to stay on a boat moored at Wells-next-the-sea and I'm going to reacquaint myself with my Nikon.  Bit of a shame that I'll miss the big demo in London but can't do everything.