As good as its word

Neither of us are fit to do a thing and after putting a casserole in the oven on a slow heat I took myself off to bed. 

Eaziglide is what the cookware is called and easyglide it proved to be as I slid what was left of the burnt offering into the bin.  Too high a setting (blame my muzzy head) and too long in the land of nod. 

JJ didn't smell it either, but with his cold I doubt he's smelling anything.