Around ten years ago I got into the habit of having a lovely bowl of hot soup for lunch, a different type f soup every day all cooked by me in my microwave. So one day, I took a carton of soup from the fridge - spicy vegetable - and pour it into my bowl, as usual. I placed the bowl in the microwave, set the timer for 4 mins and hit start. Now usually I would watch the soup as it cooked, but on this day I was reading a magazine article about cloth and was so deeply absorbed in the article that the ping of the microwave startled me. I turned around, opened the microwave and, to my horror, THE SOUP WAS GONE.
Of course I was shaken by this turn of events, but by bedtime I had calmed down sufficiently, and I quickly fell into a deep sleep. Then, in the middle of the night, I awoke, with a start. Knowing instinctively something was wrong, I threw back the duvet to see - yes, I was covered from neck to ankle in piping hot spicy vegetable soup!
Of course I placed my soup sodden night clothes into the washing machine and tried to get over this horrifying turn of events. I did not go back to sleep of course, but instead read a book until the sun rose. After a few hours, I transferred my pyjamas to the drier and carried on with my daily activities. I took a walk in the local park, caught up on some paperwork, nothing unusual or macabre. Then, tired from the day I prepared myself for bed. Remembering my pyjamas had been washed I went to retrieve them from the drier, but to my horror THE DRIER WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY! This being my only pair of pyjamas I was forced to sleep beneath my duvet as nature intended.
In the middle of the night, I awoke, with a start. Again I knew instantly that something was wrong, and once again I threw back the covers to reveal - I WAS NOW WEARING MY PYJAMAS. And they were covered from neck to ankle in piping hot spicy vegetable soup.
