Or, rather, iron on fire. As I was ironing shirts for work, the iron suddenly gripped a shirt, dragging as I tried to move it. This was quickly followed by a strong electrical burning smell. And smoke. 

Having experienced a loss of electricity last weekend, my cat-like reflexes sprung into action and I quickly turned off the power. 

The iron then entered full burning mode, but an (other) electrical disaster was avoided. 

I may recount last weekend’s trauma on another occasion. Tomorrow, a new iron shall be purchased.