In the last 24 hours, I’ve had a suicide note, a damsel in distress and a shortage of flames. An extraordinary sequence of events. Still room for one more though :)The suicide note turned out to be mere drunken ramblings; a woman was knocking on the windows trying to find her boyfriend, who lives nextdoor; and the pilot light went out, so I couldn’t shower until the gas man came.
It’s funny what you learn about yourself when you elect not to shower in the morning…