a brief encounter with my mother.

"what's that burning smell?"

"what burning smell?"

"you know, that smell, i assumed you'd burnt something?"

"no, i can't smell anything"

"ok, what about the smoke?"

"what smoke?"

"i know you must have noticed it, you've opened the windows and turned the fire alarm off."

"oh! that smoke. yeah."

"well where's it from?"

"oh, that'll be those potatoes i burnt earlier!"

"ok, that'll also explain the smell"

"what smell?"

need i say more?

(and she wonders why i spend most of my life in my room?!)