The gas line in my flat has been shut off. Accordingly, I must eat cold foods.
I've got cute little sandwiches all arranged in a circle for immediate consumption. I would post a picture, but then I would be That Guy who takes pictures of his food. I already am, but there's no need to prove it.
Alas, with the inability to enhotten* anything, I am unable to make tea to accompany the sandwiches. Which is a pity, because my internal clock is telling me that it's teatime and has very little regard for what all the real clocks and/or the sun have to say on the subject.
*Totally a real word, guys.