I heard the yell and then laughter in the kitchen, so I eased myself down from my Condo to see what was going on, and arrived in the kitchen to see raspberry-jam coloured splatter.....
.... on the bench
....on the walls
....on the toaster
....on the knife block
...dripping down the kitchen cupboards
... on the floor.
On the floor there was a large V-shaped clean patch where clearly F had been standing when the mess exploded outwards. Strangely she didn't appear to have any of it on her front. She is either Teflon (that's a trademark by the way, and it doesn't belong to me) coated, or some of that legendary 'luck of the Irish' must have visited our kitchen just as the blender's revenge was perpetrated.
F uses the kitchen whizz thing to chop up all the fruit and veg scraps for our compost system, and it had clearly had enough of that. Today it 'spat the dummy', 'threw its toys out of the pram', 'cut up rough'.
F had cleaned quite a bit of the up the wet smelly beetroot-splurge ammunition before it occurred to me to ask her to photograph the remaining mess so that I could blog about it.
So there you have it.