Ooops
I should change my name to "She Who Sleeps Through Fire". There was a huge fire last night (no one got hurt, thankfully)
Right. Behind. Our. House.
Seriously.
What did I do?
I slept. And dreamt of sirens.
'What a weird dream' I thought, but I credited it to the fact that I'd passed an accident (and ambulances) yesterday afternoon.
The Girlfriend tells me she heard siren after siren speed through our street last night.
Never noticed a thing.
This morning I turn on the radio "big fire in funeral parlour in I.". 'Imagine if that had happened in the funeral parlour here! My god, I'd be terrified.' I thought.
Coming downstairs I noticed it smelled a little burned, but I just blamed the cats. (It's always handy to blame cats for everything). When I let the cats out in the "garden" they were staring at the trees behind the house. I thought they saw a bird. (I can be very oblivious if I want to)
I get out the front door, and suddenly there's smoke and a policewoman at the end of the street.
Yep.
That's when I found out it was the funeral parlour right behind our house.
Can I blame it on the fact that I don't sleep enough and my braincells don't start working till 10am?
Heard on the news today that half our street was evacuated.
It was? Seriously?!
Well.. let's just hope that if there ever *is* real danger, the firemen smash in a window. The doorbell alone just won't do. We'll sleep through anything, apparently.
(apart from the extreme silliness of it all, it's also pretty scary something like that can happen not 100metres from my house and I'll just sleep through it. If the fire had gone on to our house, I'd never have noticed until it was too late... at least for the cats. Yikes.)
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I should change my name to "She Who Sleeps Through Fire". There was a huge fire last night (no one got hurt, thankfully)
Right. Behind. Our. House.
Seriously.
What did I do?
I slept. And dreamt of sirens.
'What a weird dream' I thought, but I credited it to the fact that I'd passed an accident (and ambulances) yesterday afternoon.
The Girlfriend tells me she heard siren after siren speed through our street last night.
Never noticed a thing.
This morning I turn on the radio "big fire in funeral parlour in I.". 'Imagine if that had happened in the funeral parlour here! My god, I'd be terrified.' I thought.
Coming downstairs I noticed it smelled a little burned, but I just blamed the cats. (It's always handy to blame cats for everything). When I let the cats out in the "garden" they were staring at the trees behind the house. I thought they saw a bird. (I can be very oblivious if I want to)
I get out the front door, and suddenly there's smoke and a policewoman at the end of the street.
Yep.
That's when I found out it was the funeral parlour right behind our house.
Can I blame it on the fact that I don't sleep enough and my braincells don't start working till 10am?
Heard on the news today that half our street was evacuated.
It was? Seriously?!
Well.. let's just hope that if there ever *is* real danger, the firemen smash in a window. The doorbell alone just won't do. We'll sleep through anything, apparently.
(apart from the extreme silliness of it all, it's also pretty scary something like that can happen not 100metres from my house and I'll just sleep through it. If the fire had gone on to our house, I'd never have noticed until it was too late... at least for the cats. Yikes.)
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