Last Friday (23th Jan) I didn't go to school, and I have to say that the reason was a bit stupid. It was because of my rice cooker. Before I start the story, I want to introduce my rice cooker. It is small and cute, and has bright red color in its columned body. In the front are two buttons, the upper one is for warming up, and the other is for cooking. Becides, there is an indicator light in the upper left side, and the lid is silver.
I bought that rice cooker last Thursday, and on the following day I used it to cook our lunch. The indicator light turned on when it is on; surely when it finished cooking, the light turned off. I took out the rice, added curry sauce, and packed it well. Just before I went out, I thought of that maybe I should pull out the plug althought the light was off, but I didn't do it at last then I went out to the tube.
25 minutes later the tube arriveded Stockwell Station. I suddenly remembered an important thing, that is the rice cooker seemed to become "warming up" mode automatically after cooking! Because in my parents' house, we have a rice cooker, too. I used it several times before, but it was too long ago to remember. I soon became nervous, and worried about my rice cooker and my flat. It could still be turned on at that time if it were exactly what I thought. Finally, I went out at Kennington Station, which is three stops before my destination, and called the seller. I ask her if the rice cooker would become "warming up" mode automatically after cooking, she answered "Yes." I quickly asked her if I needed to add water in the pot during warming up, she said "No." I asked her again "Would you usually pull out the plug after using the cooker?" She answered "Yes, that would be better. You could avoid the rice cooker keeping warming up for nothing." I said "Thank you very much!" to her and soon called Tim, told him I couldn't go in time. I had to go back as soon as possible. He told me it was alright, and wish I took it easy.
But actually I couldn't take it easy, I was so nervous at that time, and even getting more nervous as time went by. "Why was the tube so slow!?" I repeated it in my mind. It was the slowest tube I've taken. I couldn't stop imaging that when I arrived home, I might see a big smoke in my kitchen. Oh, my heart beat very loudly.
When I left the station, another 30 minutes had passed. I want to ran home but our lunch I carried was so heavy that I couldn't run far. When I got home, I was so delighted that my flat was perfectly safe! I pulled the plug out and fell on my couch. My feet and my arms were all very sore. I was extremely exhausted like a flat balloon. I called Tim and told him our flat was fine, and I couldn't help start crying on the phone. Tim wanted me to stay at home to calm down, maybe sleep for a while, and I really need it, so at last I didn't go to school.
It would've been the stupidest thing I've done if I'd burned my house that day, because that was the first day I used the rice cooker and also the first day I owned it. And we can never offerd to the compensation of the flat, we would be broke! However, that doesn't really happen! Thanks God!!
