The muffin, the muffin, the muffin's on FIRE

Turning from my television set, half an hour previous to this posting, I was surprised to see a plume of smoke billowing energetically out of my microwave. 'Hmmm' I thought 'That doesn't look good' and then in quick succession 'That doesn't smell so good either' and then finally 'Ahhhhhhh, my eyes are burning from all this smoke.' Spurred into action I proceeded to run blindly around the room for a bit before flinging the door of the microwave open to reveal what looked like two small lumps of coal but which were in reality two of my Sainsbury's Finest Cracked Pepper and Cheese Muffins. By this time I was having to hug the floor so I could breath. I was petrified that the smoke alarm was going to go off any minute and that I'd finally have to meet my neighbours. It didn't. I can only conclude that what I have installed in my ceiling isn't a smoke detector at all but some other sort of detector entirely. Maybe it detects foxes or something.

Anyway, I am now shut away in my bedroom while the rest of the flat slowly desmokes via open windows and extractor fans. Hopefully when I open the door it won't be zero visibility anymore. Perhaps before this evening is out, I'll be able to see my TV again, who knows? Whatever happens, I have the unpleasant feeling that my home is going to smell like Pudding Lane circa. 1666 for a good few days to come. If there's a moral in this I am yet to find it.

Oh well, muffin ventured, muffin gained.

Groan!