Bang, bang, the mighty fall

The other evening we were in bed watching TV. I can’t recall what we were watching, as there are so many mediocre detective/crime series these days that I can’t keep up with them all, and I choose not to use my few remaining braincells to remember their uninspiring titles or usually even their plots. Hence Mr BW records a whole 6 part series onto hard drive (yes, we are that old fashioned) so we can watch it, skipping over the adverts, over 3 mights of 2 episodes per night.
Anyway, all of a sudden there was a massive explosion right outside the house – it sounded like an extremely loud gunshot, which was instantly followed by the sound of breaking glass.
The man who shoots crows for the local farm manager hadn’t told us he would be around shooting, and he’d only shot 250 crows 10 days ago, so the remaining 2,000 were still too jumpy to venture back.
I thought that some miscreant must have been shooting something else with a shot gun, and had missed, sending the bullet through our very large arched window. I got to the hallway/atrium seconds before Mr BW, because my side of the bed is closer to it than his, thinking on the way that it was either the window that had exploded, or that the pendant light that hangs through the double-storey had fallen down.
That light was not put up by Mr BW, and hangs on very long metal strings, so I have absolutely no confidence that it is actually properly attached. I cannot remember if The Toon were playing on the evening the young electrician fitted it, but if they were, there is even more reason for my concern as he always rushed to get away so he could get to the match early.
Noting that the window was intact and the light was still dangling in its usual central place, I moved to the kitchen.
It was here that I saw what had exploded, and noted some sad victims – 3 sheep.
The previous evening I had put a plastic 2 litre bottle of Schweppes slimline lemonade in the big chest freezer in the garage to cool down quickly for a second glass of Pimms. In the eventuality, we didn’t have that second glass and the plastic bottle got left in. I found the bottle in the morning, full of white ice flakes.
I have forgotten about bottles placed in the freezer to cool rapidly before, but these have always been glass wine bottles with corks, and the ice has simply pushed the cork out. But, this time the bottle was intact, so I simply moved it to the larder fridge in the kitchen to defrost.
And there it had stayed, perfectly fine until the evening, when it exploded, causing the tall fridge door to burst open and three of our own fused glass sheep fridge magnets to fall of the side of the fridge. The magnets came off the back of the glass shapes, and two of the sheep are smashed. But, they can go back in the kiln to repair themselves next time we have it on.

You can see the force of the explosion from the tortured state of the plastic:

Luckily (and amazingly) nothing in the fridge was damaged, and it was easy to clean up the lemonade as it was still in white ice flakes.
I have a bit of a feeling that it could have been an accidentally auto-generated spell gone awry as I’d noted as I put the frozen bottle in that the lower fridge shelves needed a good clean.
Now we are off to get four more children.