Today was the first cold day we’ve had this summer. I actually had my 100% pure wool cardigan on and my soft fleecy socks from Marks and Spencer, as the heating hasn’t been switched on yet.
I shut the bedroom window. I could smell the neighbour’s chimney, they must have a good old fire going. I love the smell of fires. They remind me of the peat fires my nana had when I was growing up in Ireland, very aromatic and welcoming. I walked into the lounge and sat down. I could smell the smoke on my cardigan. Blimey, the neighbour’s chimney must need cleaning out, I thought.
Some time later, it was time to take my dog for a walk. I got my shoes on and went out. Outside my front door, I tripped over a huge fire hose. What the f#*$……….???
There were six fire engines and two police cars outside. A building across the road was burning merrily. It was a huge, huge fire. Lots of hunky firemen running around. How did I miss THIS? How did I miss six fire engines screaming down the road to my front door? The building had been boarded up for a few years, recently I had seen groups of teenagers coming and going from this building. I bet some of the buggers had set it alight, playing with matches or whatever bored kids do these days.
I’m amazed that I missed hearing all this, right on my doorstep. Huh. So much for these ‘wonderful’ digital hearing aids.