April 1968
Put a tinned syrup pudding (H’s favourite) on to boil and, having another bad headache closed my eyes in the lounge and dozed off. Woken by a terrific bang. It was so loud the couple from downstairs (the owners) came running upstairs thinking the TV had exploded.
Instead it was the tinned pudding which had boiled dry. Foretunately the jkitchen was empty at the time.It had exploded and shot the contents everywhere, including plastering itself all over the ceiling. The remains of the pudding was dripping down off the plate rack and grids of the gas stove. What a mess - took me ages to clean it up.
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