After lighting the gas ring, I immediately become aware of a burning smell. This realisation is quickly overtaken by a foot high flame caused by my shopping list igniting along with the gas.
And in such times of panic the only response is to shout “idiot! idiot!” at myself while dropping the still burning paper into the collander over the sink. “What do I do now?” I yell, momentarily confunded.
“Use water!” says Hub, calming turning the tap on.