We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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one evening my family went out for a couple of hours. pulling into the driveway, mum remembered she had left a massive pot of rice ablaze on the stove. miraculously the house didnt burn to the ground; it merely imbued the house with a vile, smoky bouquet, of which we all had the pleasure of reeking for several long weeks.
oh so not really fire at all. only the promise of fire, unfulfilled. fiddlesticks.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 11:42, Reply)
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