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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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When I was about fourteen, I had a chemistry teacher (as you do), who no one liked, mainly because she was an interfering busybody, and quite frankly a bit dim. One day in the other Year 9 class she was walking around the lab looking at everyone's experiments, and leaned over a Bunsen burner that looked like it was off. It wasn't - it was on the blue flame that's harder to see. Apparently she was running round the lab yelling because the sleeve and side of her lab coat were on fire and she was walking around bandaged up for weeks. Classic.
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