Toast

I very much meant to mention something odd when I blogged earlier, but I was somewhat sidetracked, perhaps even blinded, by thoughts of the imminent return of Lovely Girlfriend.

The thing I meant to mention was toast. I drove over to fetch my son from his mother's this afternoon, and as we drove back to mine, I noticed the smell of toast. I asked my son "Have you had toast for lunch," and he said no. As we drove on the smell became more obvious. My son agreed that there was indeed a toasty smell pervading the car. This began to worry me. What, I wondered, in an engine, would smell like toast? Could it be the head gasket? Do they smell of toast? Perhaps I have a brake pad binding. Would that smell of toast? Perhaps the car is about to burst into flames, and the toasty smell is just the general odour of the engine compartment burning?

We made it back to my house safely, with no sign of flame, smoke, burnt out brakes or destroyed engine, but out of curiosity, I decided to have a peek under the bonnet.

And there, arranged across the rocker cover, was indeed toast. Somehow, I presume, I have managed to drive over somebody's sandwiches, and they have managed to fly up inside the engine compartment and arrange themselves on top of the engine, whereupon they have been toasted. Nice crusty bread as well.

If anybody else had a key for my car I would be a touch suspicious, because the bread was arranged in such a way that you wouldn't imagine could occur accidentally, especially given the design and arrangement of the engine compartment of my car.

But nobody else, to the best of my knowledge, has a key to my car. And as far as I am aware the bonnet can only be opened from within the car. So how did the bread get where it did? I don't know. If it was a strange random event, then that's pretty weird. And if it wasn't a strange random event, then that is weirder still...