B A N G!
“What was that!” exclaimed O.H as I jumped out of my skin and leapt back from the hob.
I straightened up and meekly replied “The gas”
I had just worked out why my soup wasn’t showing signs of warming up when I thought it was simmering, there was not flame in sight; without thinking I upped the gas flow and re-lit it. the rest, as they say, is history.
It occurred to me afterwards that O.H. was remarkably contained and I was a bit disconnected. I just got on with replacing the displaced hob plates and continued making the meal.