I keep saying I wanna meet this Mrs. Murphy. This morning I was putting together poached eggs for breakfast. I had set the egg carton next to the stove and unbeknownst me, it was too close to the front gas burner.
I took two eggs out and immediately put the egg carton into the fridge.
A short time later Jane went to get orange juice out of the fridge and as soon as she opened the door, a cloud of of fog spilled into the room.
My initial thought was that it was vapour but turns out it was smoke. The egg carton was not afire, but clearly had smouldered a bit.
Fortunately, no damage anywhere but the smell of burnt paper is lingering inside the fridge.
Life Unfolding 