On the Hob
Last week I had swanned off to my partner’s for the weekend. My housemate left to visit a friend the day after.
She’d been on the train for about 20 minutes when the harrowing thought occurred to her that she might not have switched the hob off. Unable to put the offending thought to rest, she leapt out at the next stop, and set off on her (un)merry way home.
Thankfully, the house was still standing when she returned after the 40 minute round-trip.
The hob was off. The plans were back on.
Meanwhile, I'm fresh from singeing a teatowel to an induction hob. Something tells me that I'm a little too relaxed.
If I ever wind up living alone, without my hob guardian to protect me, will a hob fire be my downfall?
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