Disclaimer: No Jennifers were seriously injured in the making of this post.
I learnt a new lesson on Monday.
When cleaning out a thermos-style milk jug with a hinged lid do not under any circumstances do the following:-
1. Sniff it and discover that it smells a bit icky.
(Well, okay the sniffing wasn't pleasant, but actually had no potential for injury)
2. Decide it needs a really good cleaning and partially fill it with boiling water and detergent.
(You can see where we're going, can't you?)
3. Find that the only available kitchen brush does not fit into the opening, so that there is no way to actually clean the interior.
4. Decide that I'll have to shake it vigorously instead, so put my hand firmly over the lid.
5. Discover that somehow (and I didn't do physics in Senior, so I'm only guessing that this event is triggered by some obscure steam-expanding pressure-building thingamy) vigorous shaking causes a build-up of pressure such that it will explode the lid open and spray boiling water over the mug stupid enough to try it.
It was so unexpected by everyone that another lady, after helping me to find wet towels and frozen peas, asked me how it had happened? When I explained, she made the mistake of saying, "What, like this?" and did it again. Fortunately I had sprayed about two thirds of the water all over me, so she didn't actually get burnt at all, although she ricked her shoulder jumping back from the 'unexpected' spray. Truly a Plass* moment.
I'm fine. Frozen peas, the gift of an Aloe Vera plant (to cut up leaves to apply to my skin) and a call to my little bro (who is a paramedic) seem to have saved my skin. No marks on my face at all, and only a few red marks on my chest which are thankfully away from either sensitive or visible areas. No blistering to date. It remains to be seen if I peel - using lots of moisturising cream and Aloe Vera.
Of all the people in the world how many other people could have this happen to them?
... Approximately None!
Although I am encouraged to think that there is at least one person who is sillier than me.
*In Adrian Plass' book "The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass Aged 37 3/4" he manages to cut his thumb on a knife while doing the washing up. When asked how he had done it he did the same thing with his other hand, causing the same injury. Plass tell it much better than me.
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