Fire!
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)
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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Helluva way to wake up.
Once, just before waking, I was in my apartment having a dream about a guy who had a jar full of vomit (what would Freud say?). Every time he'd open it, the smell would just about knock me over.
I decided that this was a very dumb dream to be having (I much prefer the ones where me and Gloria Estefan are night managers as a giant Toys-R-Us) (what would Freud say?) and made myself wake up. Unfortunately, the smell lingered. Deciding that whole sleep thing is now ruined, I open my eyes to a room full of smoke.
I ran downstairs to the building manager, and we pounded on doors to find the source of the smoke. Turns out the guy directly below me had started frying eggs and had fallen back asleep, setting fire to the eggs.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 20:57, Reply)
Once, just before waking, I was in my apartment having a dream about a guy who had a jar full of vomit (what would Freud say?). Every time he'd open it, the smell would just about knock me over.
I decided that this was a very dumb dream to be having (I much prefer the ones where me and Gloria Estefan are night managers as a giant Toys-R-Us) (what would Freud say?) and made myself wake up. Unfortunately, the smell lingered. Deciding that whole sleep thing is now ruined, I open my eyes to a room full of smoke.
I ran downstairs to the building manager, and we pounded on doors to find the source of the smoke. Turns out the guy directly below me had started frying eggs and had fallen back asleep, setting fire to the eggs.
( , Thu 3 Nov 2005, 20:57, Reply)
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