So the devil toaster sat on my doorstep for about a week. My sister came to my door one night and when I opened it she was standing there with the toaster at her throat yelling “HELP! IT’S GOT ME!” it made me chuckle.

At one point my dad decided that the toaster had paid enough penance and brought it inside. I thought that this alone was a crazy move, but worse than that he wanted to see if it’d still work! I told him to try if he wanted to but I would not be in the house while he was testing it! So I went and hid in the bomb shelter in our back garden … Ok so it’s not actually a bomb shelter but it looks like one!

Thankfully it didn’t catch fire again … it just sat there totally broken, not even working.

I guess being on fire’ll do that to you even if you’re a devil machine! So then my dad finally put it in the bin and that was the end of that!

I’ll update the toaster saga when we get a new one … hopefully this one won’t try to kill me *crosses fingers*