Huinesoron

Last night we discovered that our oven had decided not to bother heating up after we turned it on. Luckily it was only a 10-minute cook time, and we could move it to the top oven (which did still work) - the previous thing we cooked was a whole chicken, so lucky escape there!

So then I looked up what might be wrong, dismantled the back of the oven, found that - yup - the heating element is obviously broken, and ordered a replacement. It'll be here tomorrow (hopefully), and I should be able to install it in time for tea.

Which... adulthood? I guess?

But, I mean, I'm also currently writing a pseudosemiautobigraphically-inspired story set in the 12th century, starring celebestel as a medieval nun and me as a scholar and student of alchemy. So don't go thinking I've gone all sensible or anything!

PS: Hildegard of Bingen was an Abbess on the Rhine, who not only wrote one of the first medical textbooks, but also invented her own language and an alphabet to write it with. History is super wicked-cool, you guys.

On Saturday, we were super fed-up. All the food in the house was drab and boring and dull. Then celebestel piped up (Inspired by the Science of Internet Photos^TM): "Why don't we have all-day full-English breakfast?"

( So we did. )

But while we were cooking it, she managed to look the studentiest she has ever looked:

( Seriously, this is the platonic ideal of studenthood. )