Spring loaded oven door?
We never know what's gonna bite us.
Sorta reminds me of the time, a few years ago, when I was up on a ladder painting the barn and stepped back to admire my work. Got me four months in a wheel chair and now Pat won't let me get up on a ladder to even change a light bulb. (Silver lining in every cloud?) Maybe you won't be allowed to get near an oven...
Mend well, John,
All the best,
Gunny John
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