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  1. Scrubber

    January 28, 2012 by admin

    Yesterday’s little kitchen adventure had more consequences than I imagined.

    A bit later the bundle of the tea towel and oven glove started smouldering again and when I opened it the flames were right back. Sheeeet!

    And cleaning the hob took a heck of an effort. Burnt on plastic seems rather more sticky that the odd bit of food or boiled over liquid. After calling mum I attacked it with a blade, actually scraping it away, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting scratches on the hob, so I may have got away with it. At one point I was thinking an insurance claim might be in order, and I could get a hob that wasn’t dangerously set up.

    All this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for my Saturday morning, but it seems I’m back clean and safe.

    Bit of a scare though.

    Going up the road in search of coffee that someone will make for me and a decent bacon sandwich.


  2. House fire!

    January 27, 2012 by admin

    Bloody hell I just set fire to my bloody flat!

    The hob here is fooking stupid in that the knobs are in the wrong place and defy any human logic.

    I regularly turn on the wrong ring, but usually the only problem is waiting longer for my food and a bit of wasted power.

    Not this time though.

    I’ve taken to using an old fashioned expresso machine again, pretty little thing from IKEA actually, and it has the advantage of making loads of noise when it’s ready. So I put it on, go into the study type room next door, and do a bit of work with an ear out for the coffee.

    This I did today but had my usual issue with the ring and turned the front left on instead of the front right. Little did I know the danger I’d caused until something fell onto the floor in the kitchen, I wasn’t even going to bother looking, but something made me want to see what had happened.

    And then it hit me as I walked into the main room.

    Thick acrid smoke, and through it, bloody great flames!

    There was a carton of butter on the other ring which had melted and caught fire, with flames licking around the extractor hood.

    I was paralysed for a moment, but then grabbed a tea towel and threw it on the flames beating them out, but then didn’t removed it, so a few seconds later that flared up too. Whoa! Next on goes the oven glove and I throw the fire into the sink and turn on the pathetic pressured tap.

    Calm restored. Just couldn’t breath in the kitchen for a while and the hob’ll need some serious elbow grease.


  3. Catch up

    January 17, 2012 by admin

    Oops, I’ve been slipping and haven’t written a jot in nearly a week. But there hasn’t been that much going on. I’m cutting back spending a little to try to clear the Christmas credit card in just one foul swoop, so I’m behaving, running in the mornings and not getting so drunk (notice I didn’t mention anything daft like stopping drinking).

    I’ve been home to the folks at the weekend to help dad put up some smart wooden venetian blinds in their living room. It’s a big, bright and airy room that everyone loves, but in the winter when the sun is low you can’t see in there as it’s just too bright on a sunny day. Up go the blinds and suddenly there’s control wrestled back from nature. Dad just wanted someone to be there I reckon as he’s completely capable. Holding the end up at times was just about worth going for, but mother could have done that.

    The big advantage of going there is I’ve been fed like a king, and only spent a few quid on the train fare rather than a small fortune in the boozer had I stayed at home.

    The cold snap has been great in the mornings. Going for a 30 minute run is superb in the crisp air, provided you don’t take a tumble of course. I feel really quite virtuous!