I was oblivious to the whole kerfuffle. It wasn't until dad went "Oh." from the bottom of the garden at the sight of mum standing by the back door with melted plastic boxes, covered in black, and shaking, that I looked up from reading my book, sunbathing, and parroted dad's "Oh." It's even a shit book so how I didn't get distracted is beyond me. Our house now stinks of burnt stuff and black stuff is coated everywhere. My choice of vocabulary is astounding today, I know. Mum and dad started talking about insurance, which is when I realised there would be no point in me standing there any longer because I would literally just be standing there not taking anything in. My presence was no longer needed.
She hasn't had the best of days though, bless her. Burnt herself quite badly ironing this morning before tripping the electricity and enduring my screams of "MUM!!! I WAS LISTENING TO STEVEN MOFFAT BEING INTERVIEWED BY GRAHAM NORTON AND NOW I'M GOING TO MISS IT!!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO IRON NOW??? HMMM??? YOU'VE RUINED IT!!!!!!!!" Bit excessive but I've only got 5 months left before I'm officially an adult so I might as well. Then she dropped the marmite and it smashed, thus enduring my brother's screams of "MUM!!! THAT'S A NEW JAR OF MARMITE! WE DON'T HAVE ANY MORE!!!! ARRRGGHHHHHmumblemumble." Bit excessive but he's only got 4 months before he becomes a teenager so he might as well get some practice in.
Seriously though, if mum hadn't noticed the fire then the result would have been so much worse than dirty ceilings. We don't have a smoke alarm. Well, we DO, but it's still in the plastic (ironic) in the loft. Thankfully, touch wood, this is the first time we've had a fire. The only time we had to call the fire brigade was when I was 4. I locked myself in the toilet and couldn't get out, so dad had to call the fire brigade to bash the door down to get me out. Well I wasn't having any of that, so I unlocked the door and walked out...just as the fire brigade arrived. I got a teddy called Sam out of it from the firemen though. That incident being my best, second only to sticking orange peel up my nose and being pinned down at A&E before I died. Standard.
I'm not going to post this on twitter so I wonder if anyone will actually find it? Doctor Who beckons. Happy Easter. Ciao. X
I found it :) Happy Easter to you too!
ReplyDeleteOh, also, this duck reminds me about a funny story from this afternoon. Me, Jess and Michael were walking by the canal, and I didn't realize that ducks can walk, and I started shouting that we must get them into the water immidiately because they might die out of the water and Jess was in absolute hysterics! Oh I'm so daft.
I found it too (once my laptop arose from the dead, very apt Easter tale right there).
ReplyDeleteYou alright, Jonesy?
What happened was hilarious and terrifying at the same time. I hope that your mom is alright though. I swear, I can just imagine her reaction when she saw the fire in the kitchen. Although it is good that she was able to clean the dark spots on the ceiling, maybe it would be better to replace them. The structure might have some hidden damage beneath the surface.
ReplyDeleteHey, Louise! How are you doing now? I agree with Barry that your post is amusing and scary. But with what happened, I think it is high time that you had “the talk” about the insurance. Accidents like that cannot be predicted. Although preparing and precaution would lessen the chances, it would be best to have a backup plan, in case anything unfortunate happens. Anyway, stay safe! {Cayla Dupont}
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