So let's rewind a little bit in the evening, I had finished cooking some breaded chicken in the oven, along with a selection of vegetables on the front 3 gas hobs, I'd served the meal in the main front room, and not in the dinning room where we normally eat (we had decided to watch some TV), We had both finished our meals when we heard this almighty crash. The dog got up and walked to the front room door, quickly followed by myself, yet he wouldn't leave the room until I had done so.
For some reason I walked through the dinning room, and headed into the kitchen, where upon I discovered on the floor was one of our small frying pans. At this point I called out to my girlfriend telling her what the noise was, but my body was filled with a sense of unease, and the reason for this was that the frying pan had been placed behind the saucepans on the oven top because I hadn't used it, and it was only there because my girlfriend had used it the evening before.
Deep within I knew it was rather odd, as my mind couldn't understand how a frying pan had managed to not only end up on the floor, but had also negotiated itself over or through the saucepans at the front of the oven. As some of you will know, I try to explain everything that had happened, but couldn't understand this, as the frying pan was cold to touch, hadn't been on the heat or even used.
