We were down in Lanark for dinner last night. We were bidden for 6:30 pm in order to see the barn conversion our hosts had done in their garden.
It was quite stunning, but while we were looking at it, the alarm in the main house went off. The wife rushed off to see what had happened, and we all milled around ooh-ing & aah-ing for a bit longer, then moseyed back.
The house was full of smoke, and all the doors and windows were open to fumigate it.The potatoes in cream had overflowed in the oven, creating smoke which set the fire alarm off. The wife had whipped the dish out of the oven spilling more cream and dropped the dish on the worktop, burning it. In the meantime, with more air round the smoking oven, it burst into flames. The wife decided the best thing was to throw the remains of the teapot over the fire.
Being an electric appliance it promptly exploded, but with all the lights and electrics shorted, it wouldn't burn anymore, just smoke.
So by the time we sat down to dinner there was little to eat apart from the last course (cheese & biscuits) eaten in candlelight. The additional wine consumed made it both romantic and hilarious.
I made myself a sandwich when I got home.
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Lucky the Gurkhas had got you into sandwich making mode
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