What a lovely bizarre day!
It began with christmas shopping and purchasing sun block and ended chasing sausages around the apartment- naked!! Should I continue?
We are buying family kiwi related presents for xmas which is a little fun but sometimes difficult to source. We are doing ok so far but some might get more continental type pressies- something to look forward to. After the obligatory stuffing ourselves senseless with gluten free produce (we find it- we have to eat it all- I mean I- not we- although often Steve rises to the challenge) we head off to the beach for the afternoon rays (safe).
I must mention the sun block we bought here as it is part of the ensuing chaos. It says it is waterproof and only has to be applied every 4 hours- I say to Steve- ignore that- we will carry on as usual- every 2 hours and after swimming. Its good stuff and we notice in the sea that any sand stuck to us has not rinsed away and we have to rub at it. Still we continue with the plan. The thing about being on a beach with steve is that he can't sit still, he gets sand everywhere and is great fun to have around when you are boringly reading your book. We laugh alot. We retire back to the apartment and it is about 8 when we get there.
Our plan is to put the sausages in the oven and have a quick shower to get sand free. Part one complete, part two hits a snag. The sand will not wash off- we are waterproof and the shower takes ages with liberal soap use. We have to help each other. Damn that sun block- I actually cannot get the sand and block out of Steves neck.
With towels wrapped around us I check on the sausages and they are burning. I open the oven and the apartment begins to fill with smoke. Scared we will set off the fire alarms Steve rushes to get the pan out of the oven while I run to open the patio doors. NB-Don't run in bath towels they just fall off. The pan is big and with only a tea towel Steve has to drop the pan but hasn't yet made it out of the doors. I'm running around trying to find something to get the pan off the carpet with so that it doesn't burn and the sausages go everywhere.
We are an amazing team- the carpet is not burnt, the sausages are nice and the trauma receeds. I consider what might have happened- best not to- somehow Steve is not burnt either. I am casting my mind back and remember that we set the smoke detectors off at the Bach in Queenstown (the owners came to check we were ok) and the motel in Whangamata ( again the owners came ). I think had the alarms gone off this time things may have been a little more complicated in a 12 floor apartment block with a high level of elderly residents.
In new Zealand you need a license to set a fire going. I agree with the signs around too- fire risk is high.