new event rough on pants

a friend's staying with me - trying to give up smoking and other things. yesterday tore up his last pack of cigarettes then spent the evening going through the bin for ones he could reconstitute. this turned into an event when matches ran out and the stove was brought into play; a dash from the kitchen to the front yard through three sets of doors I'd hold open along with a necessarily over-full wine glass to hand over.
my co-ordination isn't the best, and this friend does a mean non-expert rendition Xenakis's 'Mists' whenever he gets his paws on a keyboard.