Toast.

Having had a lovely dinner with Becky and Reid, I came home and went straight to bed.
I was woken from my reverie by the smell of burning. Did I set the house on fire by accident? Bugger. How am I going to explain this one? Came down stairs, following my nose to the scene of the crime, and found my dad binning the toast he'd just burnt. Whew! Now up super early, and awake, having had a coffee to chill the toast apocalypse out.