So while I was at the caving club meeting last night, renouncing my secretaryship finally after two years, a near-disaster was averted in my apartment. Apparently Mikki had inadvertantly bumped the stove knob slightly and caused it to start letting out gas but not engaging the starter. And this happened on her way out of the house to go shoot baskets. So she comes back and the entire house smells strongly of gas. Being careful not to do anything spark-related, she found the stove leaking and turned the knob off, opened the doors and windows and let the house air out.

Of course, the pilot light on the fake woodstove was still going so had we both been gone for the weekend or something... this could have been exciting.

Anyway, disaster averted, nothing exploded, the pets weren't asphyxiated, etc. But we did have to leave the windows and doors open for awhile to get the smell out and it wasn't too warm in there. So we probably spent a lot of money re-heating the house last night (not to mention the gas that escaped from the stove).

Did I mention I never ever have to take minutes at a caving club meeting again?