When we returned from our early morning run we noticed smoke leaking through the main door of number 15. We took no action. Two hours later the fire had spread along the street and firefighters were banging on every door.
‘Smash every window at the back of your flat!’ shouted a fireman.
TPR hesitated. We’d only just had some panes of glass replaced in our Georgian astragal windows. When I pointed out that we could claim the cost of repair on our household insurance, TPR looked a lot happier.
Meanwhile our back garden became a holding pen for all the neighbours whose houses had already gone up in flames. KA was amongst them as our weekend guest.
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