R.I.P. Dinner Provider

Good heavens! I'm feeling a little shaken (I love that word) as I was lurking around in the kitchen and suddenly there was a loud 'zzzzzzz' 'zzzzzzz' and a flash and my naughty oven had 'blown up'!

I was baking a sweet potato (no, it wasn't that exploding, I had pricked it) and the oven obviously decided it was too tired for any morning cooking. There was a bit of smoke which made me panic a bit (more with the fear of a fire and having to run outside in my pjs and dressing gown at gone 11.00 a.m...disgraceful, slovenly woman!) Anyway, the house is still here, the 3 year old (if that?) oven is dead and I'm off to get some sticks to rub together so we don't starve and wither away.