oooh, a moonlight flit. The old threads reference to the ban on flambéing in the holiday cottage reminded me of an excavation years ago where the shared accommodation was the holiday cottage/childhood home of a Professor. The excavation director had been taking some cookery instructions from his Sensible Older Woman (also serious scholar and good person) sidekick.
One day the Professor came down to see how his subordinates were getting on in the wild, and was invited to dinner. SOD (not the best initials, but hey) organised everyone and cooked the main course, but e d decided to show off over dessert and cook his party piece, flambéed bananas. And to use some extra whiskey (it was the Irish recipe). Flames to the ceiling, who knew professors could move that fast? NO women and children first stuff, he was out of there, no doubt wondering could a lecturer's contract be terminated.
SOD, having early catering training, intervened calmly with a pan lid and we and the bananas survived.
And the really sad thing is that now, Professor, excavation director and SOD are all dead, the latter two before their time.
hey ho
Anyway, thanks to specsavers I can now see the screen in front of me and am realising recent intermittent balance issues were probably also linked to incorrectly angled varifocals. Who knew?
HAGADAPA
oh, and @MyrtleLion, soddit.