Fire!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.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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I once knew a chap called JezHe went backpacking around Europe, and ran out of money when he got to Spain. Unable to afford a hostel, he would build a bonfire on the beach, then sleep next to it, his jacket over him for warmth. His only friend was a stray cat, with whom he would share his meagre bits of food.
One night, he was asleep by the fire, when the cat started biting his fingers. Startled, he leapt up, throwing his jacket off him and straight into the fire. The jacket contained the only item of value he had - a Walkman his mum had given him as a going away present, which he was planning to sell to help fund his trip home. It was quickly consumed by the flames.
He was never very fond of cats after that.
(, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 18:47, Reply)
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