A true story.
I’m in halls of residence at the moment, and while I have my own room, I share a kitchen with seven other people, it’s self catering so we have to do all our own cooking.
This week is reading week and I don’t have any lectures, although I do have lots of work to do.
This morning I awoke to the sound of seagulls screeching and sunlight streaming through the thin university provided curtains. I looked at my watch and seeing the time was only about 9.30, decided this was far too early and went back to sleep.
A couple of hours of sleep and a shower later I was cooking some toast under the grill of the electric cooker, after applying liberal lashings of marmalade I ate them, and picked up a copy of the student magazine to read.
Time passed . . I’m not sure how long. I noticed a vague burning smell, although I was so absorbed in the article I was reading I ignored it. More time passed, again I noticed a burning smell. I turned around and noticed. The whole kitchen was full of smoke - I could hardly see the other end of the room.
I opened the grill, expecting flames to pour out towards me I was lucky, there was only more smoke. I turned off the grill ,and the electric cooker at the wall, turned on the ventilating fan and opened all the windows.
As I opened the windows I noticed a fire engine parked outside - initially I thought I must have set off an alarm and not noticed . . I listened but my ear drums were not being assaulted by the loud ringing of the alarm, I looked again and noticed the fire engine was in front of someone else’s halls. not mine.
10 mins later the kitchen was clear, but the cooker appear smoke damaged and there is little black specks of something on most of the surfaces.
A lucky escape, I think, for a fool