I stepped out of the shower this morning and immediately noticed a strong smell of burning... something. I wrapped my towel around me and followed my nose to the main room.
U was spread out on the couch, half asleep and half watching TV. I asked him if he couldn't smell something burning and he jumped up and dashed to the oven.
The last slice of breakfast bread (chocolate walnut!) was charred half through.
U tried to justify his lack of olfactory sense by saying that as a scientist he has to limit the things he focuses on or else he'd never finish his experiments. I laughed and picked up some breakfast at the station before getting on my train.