Well this evening has been ever so slightly chock full of drama!
The main event started just as Pinklet got into bed and started reading The End of Mr Y. That was the point where our fire alarm went off. We went into the hall to check out the alarm and managed to silence the alarm, but it kept emitting a high pitched whine and the alarm kept going off whenever we switched the key back to his normal position. So I figure something is setting the smoke alarm off and I'm pretty sure it's not us. Hmm.
So I wander outside to check if I can see flickering at any of the upstairs or downstairs windows. Downstairs, the new couple are settling in. Upstairs... yup, there's flickering. And it's getting bigger. Time to get the cats out and phone the fire brigade. Pinks bundles the cats into their carry cases and we put them in the car.
We ring the doorbell and bang on the door of the flat upstairs, but it doesn't look like anyone is in.
The couple from the basement flat come up and their friend from across the road comes over and brings a fire extinguisher. The upstairs window is slightly open, so the guy from downstairs climbs up to see if it's something he can sort out. Nope.
The fire brigade turn up, get up a ladder and squirt through the window, you know - the way they do. They also decided they were going to bash the door in, so I decided I'd show them which one as there are three doors in our hall and two of them are ours. Best not to leave these things to chance. Two guys in breathing gear go in and open the windows and another takes in a big fan to blow all of the smoke out.
We stand talking to the couple from downstairs, who are really nice.
The lady from next door came home and was rather surprised to see all the lights. She mentioned that she'd spoken to the agent about water that seemed to be coming in from the top bedroom next door... interesting.
Then I overhear the Firemen say the word 'cannabis'. This time I know it's nothing to do with me.
It does, however, explain the odd comings and goings at all hours.
So, after a while, one of the guys from upstairs turns up on a bike and he looks about fifteen, (I'm assuming he's older,) and he's wasted. This should be fun.
The Firemen are calling their supervisor because they can't establish the cause of the fire, other than to say it was some appliance, which is now melted, which is odd because just after they'd put it out, they said it was a pan of fat. Not only that, but they've also called the police.
Another of the guys from the flat turns up and he looks more pensive, but then I guess I'd be if I knew the police had been snooping around in my dope factory.
Anyway, so now we're knackered, but have no hope of sleeping just yet while the rest of their door gets removed and people walk up and down the stairs.
Fun huh?
The main event started just as Pinklet got into bed and started reading The End of Mr Y. That was the point where our fire alarm went off. We went into the hall to check out the alarm and managed to silence the alarm, but it kept emitting a high pitched whine and the alarm kept going off whenever we switched the key back to his normal position. So I figure something is setting the smoke alarm off and I'm pretty sure it's not us. Hmm.
So I wander outside to check if I can see flickering at any of the upstairs or downstairs windows. Downstairs, the new couple are settling in. Upstairs... yup, there's flickering. And it's getting bigger. Time to get the cats out and phone the fire brigade. Pinks bundles the cats into their carry cases and we put them in the car.
We ring the doorbell and bang on the door of the flat upstairs, but it doesn't look like anyone is in.
The couple from the basement flat come up and their friend from across the road comes over and brings a fire extinguisher. The upstairs window is slightly open, so the guy from downstairs climbs up to see if it's something he can sort out. Nope.
The fire brigade turn up, get up a ladder and squirt through the window, you know - the way they do. They also decided they were going to bash the door in, so I decided I'd show them which one as there are three doors in our hall and two of them are ours. Best not to leave these things to chance. Two guys in breathing gear go in and open the windows and another takes in a big fan to blow all of the smoke out.
We stand talking to the couple from downstairs, who are really nice.
The lady from next door came home and was rather surprised to see all the lights. She mentioned that she'd spoken to the agent about water that seemed to be coming in from the top bedroom next door... interesting.
Then I overhear the Firemen say the word 'cannabis'. This time I know it's nothing to do with me.
It does, however, explain the odd comings and goings at all hours.
So, after a while, one of the guys from upstairs turns up on a bike and he looks about fifteen, (I'm assuming he's older,) and he's wasted. This should be fun.
The Firemen are calling their supervisor because they can't establish the cause of the fire, other than to say it was some appliance, which is now melted, which is odd because just after they'd put it out, they said it was a pan of fat. Not only that, but they've also called the police.
Another of the guys from the flat turns up and he looks more pensive, but then I guess I'd be if I knew the police had been snooping around in my dope factory.
Anyway, so now we're knackered, but have no hope of sleeping just yet while the rest of their door gets removed and people walk up and down the stairs.
Fun huh?
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It seems like everyone is reading The End of Mr Y. That's a good thing. I just finished it and it was freakin' ace.