My induction hob conked out half way through cooking the dinner.
I called my husband to switch it off and back on (it re-sets it) and five minutes later he confirmed it was broke, so I had one ring for everything, and consequently things were overdone or soggy. (I would have been fine with one ring if I had known beforehand)
Anyway, I just laughed it off and encouraged lashings of gravy and cranberry, and then stayed up all night poring through lists of hobs to choose a new one.
Next morning the electricity had to be turned off to put a lamp in and GUESS WHAT FLAMING HAPPENED?
Yep.
The hob came back on because the stupid great wassock hadn't bothered to switch it off at all!
I will be getting a new one anyway. For spite.
