
All went as planned and I settled into his flat on time. I noted the flowers growing in his garden and the sun shone between hiding behind dark clouds. We returned to his living room and chatted. I could hear the sound of something cooking in the kitchen. Then I saw white smoke coming out of the top of the kitchen door. He didn't.

I told him something was not right in his kitchen. He went in and I heard him say a common swear word in German. I asked what was wrong as I noticed the smoke turn to black and start to fill the living room as well as the kitchen. He said the frying pan was on fire. More black smoke poured in so I opened the door to the garden and went out.

It/they didn't as the fat burnt itself out. We waited in the garden for the smoke to leave the rooms. After some time we entered the kitchen with the pan. To my surprise he just poured more oil into the pan, added a couple of pieces of fish and cooked them. The top of the cooker was black as was the kitchen wall.
I did not eat the fish he fried. It was black from the old burnt oil but he clearly didn't notice that. During all this he was not wearing his glasses! I settled for a couple of potatoes with a cucumber salad. That was enough and without the remnant of black, burnt oil in a frying pan.
We later went for a walk and I took a few photos of Spring struggling to burst out. At least we had clean air to breath after the black smoke from his kitchen. Did you eat smoked fish last Sunday?
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