The fact that I blogged less than 30 minutes ago shows in how short a period of time this has happened.

I finished that blog post and decided to check out how my knickers (favourate pair that were on the floor as part of the rip-everything-out to try and tidy things effort) and the hoover were. Then I'd check on the bread that was in the bread maker. CGBF'd said be'd be back for his break soon and I'd made (more) potato and leek soup (a favourate of mine which is probabally noticable) for him.

I realised that the smell of burning was very strong in the entire flat. Not just the bedroom. There was no reason that the kitchen or hall should smell that strongly. That hoover went through very quickly so there shouldn't have been such a overpoweringly strong smell.

The bread mix had been over enthuiastic about rising and It'd risen over the layer of the container and had spilled down the side. Several bread dribble staligitites had reached the burners below the baking tin.

Its been removed and all the bread excavated. Several large pieces are charcoal and the air vent was also close to being totally clogged. The inside is rather soot covered.

I hadn't been able to smell it because I'd been burning incense in the bedroom.
The bread maker is right beside my recipie books and the bag of flour.

If the hoover hadn't started to burn, I wouldn't have called CGBF or thought to check the bread. I wouldn't have left the bedroom at all.

That was very close.

I definitly need some chocolate or a lie down. But I suppose I should behave myself. I have eaten all most of the less charcoally bits (with home made jam nom nom nom ).

Here is some of the charcoally bits

Charcoaly house fire starter