Oops! I'm Thankful Again!

We've been away. We got back late because it was snowing in Geneva, which is not where we were, but our plane came from there. So I'm thankful it wasn't more delayed. I have earache - intermittent stabbing pains, so this will be short. I'm thankful one of my daughters had some painkillers with her because I didn't feel much like driving home with that pain. It's a lot better now and I am thankful to be heading for bed very soon.
My husband is on leave, the kids have half-term break - these didn't quite coincide so the girls and I went left the day before hubby and came back tonight without him. But we did meet up! So that's good. And since he left his mobile phone in the car at the airport I'm thankful for free wifi and for tablet thingys so he was able to contact by email when he realised what he'd done. And thankful for good security at airports so the phone was still there when we got back.
There's been a few burglaries on our area lately which is partly why I didn't write much about our trip before we went - not that burglars are likely to read a blog about writing or to be my friends or followers on Facebook, but the police do advise you not to broadcast your absence from home. So anyway, I'm glad the burglars didn't visit while we were away.
And since we got back, I have been thankful that:

•  we have a cotton throw over the sofa, and that mixed berry smoothie washes out of cotton throws (younger daughter.)
• yogurt washes easily out of clothes (me) 
• and that it washes even more easily out of expensive and pretty cardigans than it does jeans (I did not expect that)
• that we have a mop and bucket for mopping up the yogurt that missed my clothes and went over the floor
• that when the dirty water in the bucket then goes over the floor instead of down the toilet where I was aiming, that the mop still works
• and that when I leave soaking wet (but now yogurt-free) jeans on the countertop by the sink and the water floods over the floor the mop still works 
• that the flood is not like the floods so many people in the UK are mopping up.

 And since this post seems be drifting off into tales of messing up, I might as well tell you this one:
I have had a sore shoulder for aeons, and for the last month I've been seeing a physiotherapist who gave me exercises to do and also told me to use heat pads to ease the discomfort. We have some of those little hand-warmer pads: you press a button and they go from clear, cold and liquid inside to white, solid and hot. Once the heat has gone you boil them in a pot to and when they return to liquid you can use them all over again. I have no idea how the work though I suspect it's magic.We also have a little heater under the units in our kitchen that blows out warm and warms the room in seconds. More magic. It has a little remote control.
So a few days ago at bedtime I plopped several heat pads into a pot, filled them water and went to blether on Facebook/brush my teeth/look for a wayward cat. (Blether is a good Scottish word that means to talk copiously about very little.) After the heat pads had been bubbling away for their allotted ten minutes I returned to the kitchen. I noticed they had a slightly odd smell. You can guess what's coming can't you?
Here's the evidence of the crime.

I can't be thankful for that now can I? Well, I'm thankful that:

• The stink wasn't worse.
• The remote control didn't explode.
•  It didn't ruin my heat pads.
• Everyone in the house saw the funny side of it.  

And now, I'm truly thankful that it's time for bed.