Interesting bit at morning Mass -- arrived from the gym at precisely the start time as usual. (A change in the gym opening time a few years back meant I had to shift to the parish, as I couldn't make it across town for the morning informal pontifical at the big house.)
Smelled something burning as I walked down the side aisle -- some gaffers tape on one of the votive candle units was smouldering. I knew they had had a similar event that resulted in much damage recently, so once I determined that there was no staff member or senior parishioner type to be advised, I tamped it down and made sure it was out before turning my attention to the Mass of the Faithful. Alerted a sacristan to it afterwards, noticed that she spoke to one of her friends, and I then observed that friend conferring with a staff type, so I went over there to make sure word had filtered down. Lines of communication at parishes can be a bit medieval at times.
Hardly the furnace of Nebuchadnezzar, but probably enough to make the insurance types ornery.
I do miss eavesdropping on the UK academic chapel. Extraordinarily useful homiletics, compared to the US mine run for the daily liturgies. The point is to think about these things, not to have a thoughtful expression while listening to them in the conventional manner.