My most treasured possessionWhat's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?
My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.
Either that or my Grandfather's swords.
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chthonic, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Nearly, but not quite..........This is an easy one for me as 7 years ago I was oh so nearly there................
I was living at our old address and I had been stretched out of the floor watching Peter Pan with my daughter for the umpteenth million time..... (she would have been about 4 at the time)
Old house with big rooms and 14 foot high ceilings.
The video had finished and I stood up.... my head disappeared into smoke, lots of it........
I grabbed what is still the most important thing in the world to me, I grabbed the bairn.
On our way out the front door (I didn't even ring 999 I just ran) we met the cavalry on the way in in the shape of Mrs DM who was just getting home from her back shift.
Basically I grabbed her as well and ran her back out the door and left her with the sprog in the garden whilst I shot back into the house, not to grab anything but to try and find out what the f was happening (I tend to be impulsive that way)....
A quick charge around and I knew the smoke was coming from the garden flat below the front half of my house.
So off I shot back out the door and straight down to Jessie's.
A quick look in her window confirmed my fears as the place was also thick with smoke.
I shot round and quite literally kicked her door in only to find the old coot sitting watching TV totally oblivious to the smoke barely 6 inches above her head.
Turns out she had made herself a cup of tea earlier and had used a dishcloth to lift the old tin kettle of the gas cooker, the dishcloth had caught fire and rather than throwing it in the sink and dousing it, she admitted to "flapping" it about till it went out (which it hadn't).
She then hung the thing up on the back of the kitchen door and went back to the telly.
The dishcloth had clearly caught again along with the paint on the door and this had dripped onto the carpet which was also starting to go up
As I had what must have looked like a Beatlejuice moment as I stamped the fire out and threw water over the door she continued to sit and watch telly.............
So I know for sure that all I'd go back for is family or friends (even when they are dited old gits)......
They are the one thing that can't ever be replaced...........
(, Fri 9 May 2008, 10:32, Reply)
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