I bought some veg for dinner tomorrow/today. The grocer gave me it in a cardboard box. I dumped the box in the hall as I was late for work.
I was meant to stay home after work and put the veg away after work, DH went out with the children. My mum invited us all to her for drinks, hence the veg stayed in the hall, I went out. DH met us later.
We came in from drinks, sans children, as my mum kept them. DH whined about the veg in the hall. Owing to a ridonckulously small kitchen and fridge, I moved the veg to the top of the black ceramic cooker. The cooker glows red when it is hot. It was not red.
DH asked for pizza. I put the pizza in the oven and noticed the power was off at the wall. I never turn the oven off at the wall, for safety reasons. DH constantly does. It is a never ending argument.
I did not think to check the top hobs were off, I did not think about it all. The oven is never turned off at the wall unless all the red lights are off and the hobs are off and cold.
After a few mins I went outside for a fag and noticed flames and said "There is fire, like, actual real fire" quite calmly, it was a very small fire. I was in the process of carrying the slightly on fire box to the sink when DH came out effing and blinding.
I am a terrible person who deliberately tried to burn the whole family to death. I am a cunt and a terrible mother etc.
moving date is 13/01/14
So was it an admittedly avoidable accident or am I a cunt of the highest order?