I woke up to the smell of burnt toast and glimpsed mum fleeing down the street as I curiously but slowly arose in my bed. I sighed. It was always like this every morning. My mum would accidentally burn the toast and after several attempts to wave the smoke away she would streak down the street looking for someone to help her at shooing the smoke and smell away. It was usually the fire brigade. Sometimes I even think she'd done it on purpose!,
After the dreadful smells were out of the way (the smoke too) I wandered down stairs and observed the kitchen. The toaster was black, as usual, and the toast lay on the table. Mum sat exhausted on a stool.
" Where's my breakfast, mum." I asked.
" In the fridge." Was the answer. The fridge! How normal.
Soon I was striding of to school. I was still thinking how peculiar it was to have your breakfast ready in the fridge! Actually I found it in the freezer. But it was only halfway until school that a sudden loud BOOM shot across the morning sky. I stopped, and slowly turned around. This was new. The roof of my house was in splinters! Must have been the old toaster.
" Mum, what have you done now?!
After the dreadful smells were out of the way (the smoke too) I wandered down stairs and observed the kitchen. The toaster was black, as usual, and the toast lay on the table. Mum sat exhausted on a stool.
" Where's my breakfast, mum." I asked.
" In the fridge." Was the answer. The fridge! How normal.
Soon I was striding of to school. I was still thinking how peculiar it was to have your breakfast ready in the fridge! Actually I found it in the freezer. But it was only halfway until school that a sudden loud BOOM shot across the morning sky. I stopped, and slowly turned around. This was new. The roof of my house was in splinters! Must have been the old toaster.
" Mum, what have you done now?!