Toast is in the Air....

It was only moments ago that I used my heater after months of being kept away. I was pretty anxious actually. Who knows, it might've become faulty during it's long summer...and autumn....cessation. For all I know, it might even burst into flames! One COULD argue spontaneous combustion would also produce the same heating effect, but we wouldn't want my house to turn into a huge bonfire so we could all gather around and marvel at the pyro spectacle, no?

So, it turned out to be working fine and dandy. So far so good. And THEN! It was only then I noticed something odd. "Who's making toast?" I asked myself...looked at the heater, and there it was, my little toaster, sitting on my bed. It was supposed to be a heater but now it's evolved into a heater AND a toast-odor-producing machine...whatever you may want to call it...

Once upon a time, when winter's bite gets too cold and cruel, I turn to my heater to provide the warmth of a Queenslander home. Now, the heater heats and makes me hungry.

Perfect.