Oh god oh god we're all going to die?

Ah the joys of a calming weekend with the grandparents.

You know I have fond childhood memories of the grandfather setting light to a field and doing a 'fire dance' through the flames. These days it's a bit more tame. This weekend we only had jump leads being attached to running engines, with the resulting jumping leads and flying sparks. We also had the grandparents insisting I top up the near empty engine with the petrol kept on site, the petrol leaking somewhat down the side of the car due to a punctured funnel, and then the grandfather lighting up his pipe in the area mere minutes later.

*sigh* I find the continuity oddly comforting :)