Big boom

It’s been a good week for kitchen explosions. First, Husband proved that a baked potato need fall from a surprisingly low height to cover all the kitchen floor in roast potato flesh, thus neatly making potato skins, ready scooped out and split in half. Then we bought some beer…
.. and so, sitting quietly at 9am on Sunday morning, chilling out, in an I-can’t-be-bothered-to-get-up-properly-yet way, suddenly I hear a terrible smashing sploshy sort of noise from the kitchen. I run in to the kitchen, and see nothing on the floor, no huge disaster, and come to the conclusion that the huge pile of washing up which was soaking in the sink must have somehow shifted, causing a sound of crockery splashing, but nothing seems broken, which seems odd considering the noise. Anyway, probably time I start doing last night’s washing up. Then I realize my feet are really quite wet. Funny, I think, I haven’t slopped that much washing up water around. I have a look and realize there’s a LOT of water down there, and begin to worry that the crash I heard was some kind of plumbing related pipe cracking sort of thing. And then I work out that my feet now smell of beer. Sure enough, when I open the cupboard next to the sink, that’s where all the beer bottles were stored. And one of them has exploded, sending glass right across the cupboard.
Of course, what I wasn’t sure of was why it had exploded, and whether the other ten were going to go at any minute, while I tried to shift them all out the way and mop up the delightful mixture of broken glass and Indian pale ale.

We think it may have simply been faulty glass. It doesn’t seem as if the rest are going to follow suit…
…but as they’re all sitting on the dining room table for the meantime, further explosions will get glass and beer into places we’ll never find til we move out.