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Mmm, cheese toasties.

As you may have gathered from my previous post, Sarah hasn’t been well this week.

On Thursday evening she showed signs of recovery by asking for a cheese toastie for dinner.

So off I go into the kitchen and grab the unbranded, very plasticy sandwich toaster kindly donated to us by my grandmother, who I think received it as a free gift when she bought a keyring.

What could possibly go wrong?

My suspicions were first aroused when the usual cloud of smoke emanating from the machine smelled of plastic rather than cheese.

The next clue was the orange glow visible through the ventilation gaps.

Next were the ‘fizz’ ‘pop’ noises.

And the finale was the bursting into flames in the middle of our kitchen worktop.

Having witnessed this spectacle, and waiting another 20 seconds or so, I think to myself “Oh hang on, this isn’t normal for cheese toasties!”

I unplug it, fill the sink with water and hurled it in.

Phew, crisis averted.

But wait, what does that label say on the bottom? (its bottom, not mine)

The 5th line down reads “Do Not Immerse In Any Liquid”

edit: Rest assured Sarah got here cheese toastie, I managed to heroically ‘fireman’s lift’ it into the grill during the blaze.