That Was Fun

For the last couple of years I’ve had an oil sprayer that you pressurise manually. Pump pump pump and it’s good to go. No nasty propellants, no continual purchasing of tins; just a bit of elbow grease. It’s fabulous. Well it was. Until tonight. I usually pump the top until the air bubbles clear in the feeder tube. That was what I was doing when an almighty bang went off in the kitchen because the bottom blew. Yes. Olive oil all over the kitchen – counters, everything on the counters, sinks, me, Husbands jacket on the chair 3 metres away. I’m not sure that there’s anything that was missed really.

All I can do is thank God the cats weren’t in the vicinity. Then we really would have olive oil right throughout the house (or from @rsehole to breakfast as one might say crudely sometimes here in Oz). I’m surprisingly calm about it all in spite of the clothing losses on my part. 1 long sleeved top, 1 camisole, 1 pair of casual trousers all in the bin. There was just no way they could be salvaged given that there were dinner plate sized oil blotches on them.

So the kitchen has just been wiped down for the third time with hot water and detergent. A more thorough cleaning will wait until the weekend. Even after that I’m sure we’ll be finding oil droplets in the oddest places for the next 12 months.

The cause? I think there must have been a blockage somewhere. That won’t stop me from buying another one. I’ll just be a bit more observant next time.