The Hair Straighteners.

'Er indoors has a tendency to leave the house without switching them off. Not often, but often enough for me to be about half way to work and then get that terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that something has gone terribly wrong. Once or twice I have returned to check, but these days I've decided that the only way she will learn is for her to burn the house down and return from work to find me standing singed and naked in the street holding a smouldering cat. That'll teach her.