I wasn’t going to post about this — actually, I was just going to clean up, throw away all the evidence and pretend that we’d never had a kettle, but I couldn’t get the fumes out of the house before Stick got home. Just a little whiff of noxious gas in our home, and that boy starts asking awkward questions.
It all started when I tried to boil water. Apparently, if you don’t close the whistle on a tea kettle, it never whistles, and all the water boils away and you can actually burn a hole though the metal. To add insult to injury, the useless plastic whistle melted down the side of the kettle, and started smoking and bubbling on the burner, sending licks of odd-colored flames up the side of my poor kettle. That part set off the smoke alarm, which works a bit like a whistling kettle in the attention-getting department.
Good thing I wasn’t trying anything really difficult, like toast.
Water, metal, fire… now I just need to stupidly destroy something with earth and wood, and all my life elements will be in balance.