Fire!.... no wait...... I've got it covered.

Well we are all settled in to our new house and are absolutely loving it, though the garden is very neglected and with the current bushfire risk I do get very nervous about it all going up in flames.  On that note here is what happened in my kitchen earlier this afternoon (written minutes later crying and laughing at the same time). The oven just caught on fire, in the back where the fan is, like real proper orange flames and smoke. I stand there going through the checklist in my head: fire - extinguisher (used to have one, left it in the last house we sold, FLUCK (tempered for parents/grandparents) water (no it's an electrical f

ire) blanket (what the hell do you need blankets for in 35 degree days, no idea where they are, FLUCK) Shut the door it might suffocate (Holy Flucking Shit the gas lines run right behind there for the stove (I know nothing about gas and whether the pipe will catch alight or not but I saw the big red digital 10 on the second clock flash in front of my eyes and knew I was a gonna, Dear Lord just save the children, just save the children..... oh and the cat) BLOODY HELL SCOTT WHY ARE YOU NEVER HERE WHEN I REALLY REALLY NEED YOU TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU STUPID WOMAN!! ok think, think, think.... Casey arrives, I'm running around in circles repeating the ovens on fire, the ovens on fire, the ovens on fire. My darling sane Casey, I'll call triple zero. Yes good, you do that and get me some towels. Nek Minit (there must be some common sense left in this addled brain somewhere) wet towels, smothering back inside of oven, lots of sizzle and hiss and no more flames. Case ends 000 call before it's answered and I sit on the floor staring at the inside of the oven wondering if it's still going to explode in my face. Phone Scott, 'honey the oven was on fire' Scott 'what! hang up and ring me back on the other phone' What if that was the last 5 seconds of my life and you want me to call back????????????? :) All good, I'm still sitting here so guessing no explosion, no dinner either however as I'm not going near the bloody thing anytime soon!!

Please forgive the language, it just erupts out of me in stressful situations!

On a lighter note my sewing room is coming together nicely and I hope to be back behind the machine very soon.

Till next time,

Kazza.