
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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A mate told me this story: whilst at Uni, he had a habit of stealing certain chemicals, which he used to store in the garden shed, without labels. One day, during a tidy out, his tad came across a dark brown bottle full of "stuff", which he thought was junk and flushed it down the toilet.
The bottle contained sodium. Woof.
( , Fri 4 Nov 2005, 12:53, Reply)
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