While I was baking some cakes on Sunday, the phone rang. It was a friend of 1) MINE whom I hadn't seen for years. She had 2) SOMETHING to tell me about 3) HER journey to Spain. During 4) OUR conversation I notices that the room had filled with smoke. I rushed to the kitchen and opened the oven to check the cakes. Practically all of 5) THEM were black. Unfortunately 6) THESE kinds of accidents happen to 7) ME from time to time. Besided, I cut 8) MYSELF quite often. But 9) NOBODY can make me stop cooking.