
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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Back at school, I was taken part in an experiment involving the combustion of lame chemicals in testtubes. Instead of doing this properly, I was fixated with the roaring flame so much so that I kept edging closer and closer towards it. Eventually I got so close that my hair ignited and I burnt off my eyebrows in the process.
If I hadn't been wearing my safety glasses, I'd have felt the heat and not burned myself. And they call them "safety glasses".
( , Sun 6 Nov 2005, 16:12, Reply)
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