I don't think I've been more terrified in my life for these few seconds... o.O
So, massive Eurovision party round ours as is tradition. I loves me some cheesy crappy Europop and Norton's drunk quips.
Lots of friends coming equals lots of baking of noms. Quite happily set about doing this. Day (round?) one to me - 48 fairy cakes ready to have the country flags iced on them, honey biscuits and prep for other things.
Round two, however...has gone to the oven. It was working fine all day, until I went in the evening to pull out more M&M biscuits from its hellish maw.
A noise. Unexpected. A brief light - likewise. Friends talking, not noticed, I'm unsure of what I'm seeing. Get closer to rescue biscuits, they're unusually singed - see spark. Stare at oven and back off slowly to centre of room - our kitchen and living room are practically the same - holy shite, the oven is sparking, and sparking badly.
Thank ever-loving fuck this building is not wired for gas.
Friends noticed now, mostly because there was a little smoke. They opened the windows as I turned off the oven - cautiously - and bf went to wave a teatowel under the smoke alarm >.<
I've never had an appliance fail so spectacularly on me like that before. It was scary for a few moments. We borrowed our lovely neighbours' oven for dinner and will again tomorrow for last of baking - the cheddar penny dough is still in the fridge! XD We've had a look inside the oven, and whatever has gone wrong was powerful enough to blow a screw out of its socket. We're calling the estate agent first thing tomorrow - they're effectively our landlord.
They say bad things come in threes - well our shower broke last week and was fixed, and Housemate's laptop power cable has buggered. But bloody hell oven, you scared the living shit out of me.
*phew*
So, massive Eurovision party round ours as is tradition. I loves me some cheesy crappy Europop and Norton's drunk quips.
Lots of friends coming equals lots of baking of noms. Quite happily set about doing this. Day (round?) one to me - 48 fairy cakes ready to have the country flags iced on them, honey biscuits and prep for other things.
Round two, however...has gone to the oven. It was working fine all day, until I went in the evening to pull out more M&M biscuits from its hellish maw.
A noise. Unexpected. A brief light - likewise. Friends talking, not noticed, I'm unsure of what I'm seeing. Get closer to rescue biscuits, they're unusually singed - see spark. Stare at oven and back off slowly to centre of room - our kitchen and living room are practically the same - holy shite, the oven is sparking, and sparking badly.
Thank ever-loving fuck this building is not wired for gas.
Friends noticed now, mostly because there was a little smoke. They opened the windows as I turned off the oven - cautiously - and bf went to wave a teatowel under the smoke alarm >.<
I've never had an appliance fail so spectacularly on me like that before. It was scary for a few moments. We borrowed our lovely neighbours' oven for dinner and will again tomorrow for last of baking - the cheddar penny dough is still in the fridge! XD We've had a look inside the oven, and whatever has gone wrong was powerful enough to blow a screw out of its socket. We're calling the estate agent first thing tomorrow - they're effectively our landlord.
They say bad things come in threes - well our shower broke last week and was fixed, and Housemate's laptop power cable has buggered. But bloody hell oven, you scared the living shit out of me.
*phew*
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