So there I was, flushing a jar of tartare sauce down the sink, as you do. It was unopened, 2 years out of date, probably fine, but I was having a Good Housekeeping moment and clearing out the fridge. (Doesn't spinach go weird when you've forgotten its in the veg/salad drawer?)
Anyway, I was rinsing out the jar to go in the recycling ?, swiveled the tap round. At that point the tap decided it's relationship with the fixing was over, and decided it was off. Literally.
It flew into the air. Without the tap to keep it under control, the water too made a bid for freedom. . I had the flipper thing fully down, and was quite impressed with the height the water reached, right up to the ceiling and bouncing back down
Channelling my inner Penelope Pit stop (remember Whacky Races?) I shouted "help, ooh help!"
my neighbour, who was cleaning his car put his head inside the open window, catching some of the rebound from the ceiling. (Bit less to mop up, I suppose, but I did hand him a piece of kitchen roll for his glasses)
Mr P was upstairs in the home office, speaking on the phone to one of the developers he has to deal with, who also heard me. He very kindly said "Mr P, it sounds as though you may be needed" and arranged to call back. Poor Mr P, he goes to such lengths to be professional when working from home, even down to wearing a shirt and trousers every day!
Well, although I wasn't traumatised, I was a tad discombobulated. Thank heavens my tea hadn't gone cold.
So, mop and bucket, me thinks. Oh well, the floor will be better for a clean.
Now, how to tackle that aged jar of chutney.................
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