Oct. 5th, 2014

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Today I asked Mr. Jenner to turn on the rayburn. We have had it off all Summer as we didn't want to waste the gas, and it makes the kitchen too warm. I have the gas hob, and my other oven if I want to cook things.
It is now slowly becoming a bit cooler, though we haven't had to turn on the heat yet.
He was fiddling with things because the pilot light wasn't quite co-operating, and then he would get one thing to work, and then vice versa, that thing wouldn't work, but the pilot light would. I was chatting to him, and then I was walking into the living room with Miss Biscuit so that I could read her a story. I heard an enormous boom. That boom. That big metal boom. I shrieked in terror and went running back into the kitchen absolutely filled with all the worst things I could imagine. Thankfully (and really that is such an under-stated word. I want that word on fire and in neon to show how much thanks I give) Mr. Jenner was all right. Well minus some leg hair on his right leg. He had a slight burn on his leg as well, but he was okay. He said that the vent below shot out flames (which is how Mr. Jenner ended up with some hard-core hair removal) and that the gas had filled up the space and caused the very very weighty metal burner/hob to fly up into the air. (those things are not easy to lift up let me tell you.)
Mr. Jenner said, "If you don't mind, can we keep the arayburn off as we are going to move in a few months."
I agreed. No point in fiddling with that thing.
He is glad our next house doesn't need gas. "It isn't so explodey."

Now the doors are all open letting out the smell, and we will eye that rayburn with deep suspicion.

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