Anyone could have made the same mistake...
When Matron discovered what I'd done, she wasn't happy. I'd set off the asylum's fire alarm afterall and that never goes down well in the local community.
And after the mayhem had subsided and they'd finally caught mad ol' McGinty from ward 93F, matron turned her attentions to me.
She said the third degree burns would heal eventually... and as a temporary pain relief measure I should "spread them with butter and Marmite". And I did... and then there was this delicious aroma... and I couldn't help myself...
They tasted lovely - even if I did have to scrape off some of the worst burnt bits into the kitchen sink.
An easy mistake to make...
Need some new feet.
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