I’ve just been distracted from watching The IT Crowd (not the one with the fire but close) by some large heavy vehicle struggling to get past the cars parked outside our house.
“What lorry is trying to get up here at 3.20am?” I thought to myself and peered through the curtains.
A fire engine.
I found myself putting on my coat and going to take some things to the postbox, and, you know, just incidentally rubbernecking a tiny bit as well. Going down the hill, couldn’t see much. Coming back up, saw a huge great plume of smoke between the houses. There’s clearly a nasty fire going on. Two tenders and an ambulance in attendance. The crackle of radios. No sirens, not in the middle of the night, but engine noises as they pump water, and louder than that, but still unintelligible, the sound of the radio. Not actually crackling, but an urgent conversation between a woman and a man.
I could see about 8 firemen in full gear including breathing apparatus storming the house. Huge amounts of white smoke billowing out of an open window.
The detail that really surprised me was the water streaming down the hill.
Hope everyone’s OK.
And maybe I’ll take P’s worries about smoke alarms a bit more seriously.