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01/13/2006: "Friday the 13th, 2006"

Just had to leave the office and go home to check in on everyone after I got the alarming message that our kitchen had exploded. Sita had lit the oven to make toast for her and Pat. The flame had gone out and the kitchen smelled of gas. She tried to light it again, only to have it explode, shunting the cupboards to the side of it about 4 inches, blowing open the doors and firing all the hobs/rings all over the kitchen. Obviously just the wrong combination of butane and air� Sita got off with a ringing in her ears and a sudden crowd of neighbours and Avon ladies advising her to eat bread to get over the shock� Blimey. Quite a morning. Anyroad, it looks like the stove�s alright and after putting things back in their place Sita seems OK too, and luckily she�s got the ever-reliable Pat for company. Looks like it�ll be The Waffle Factory on Avenida Mexico for breakfast though... The photo is of my little desk in me office, there's a couple more photos on Flickr of the view of the plaza and the bar where Sita and I met, and where we took Pat last night before a meal of Ropa Vieja in the Cuban restaurant, La Bodeguita del Medio.

Replies: 3 Comments

Supo que a los mejicanos les gusten comidas calientes- pero explosivos, no.
Ten cuidado, amigos!

johnf said @ 01/14/2006 04:16 AM CST

Dios mio! Tu vida no esta nunca aborrida!
Te skypere mas tarde.
Muchos besos,
Mama

Mum said @ 01/14/2006 04:27 AM CST

For aborrida read aburrida

Mum said @ 01/14/2006 04:34 AM CST