Good road

Last year we had a fire at our house (the last house we lived in). An arsonist who was hitting bins in the area, came into our garden and set fire to the garden waste bin leaning against the front of our house.

A deoderant can that was in the bin from the previous tenants exploded and woke us up. It was loud. It probably saved our lives because the house was already full of smoke and three minutes after we got out, the entire front of the house was on fire. We called the fire brigade. Three fire engines two police cars and a fire inspection officer showed up. Four hours later (8.40 on a working Wednesday) the last truck left.

Throughout the entire experience no one on our street came to check what was happening. One lady three doors up, came out, looked up the road and went back inside.

I now live on a different road about a fifteen minute walk from the last one.

Today is a holiday so most people took Monday off and are away for the weekend. Everyone else, I assumed, was at the beach or somewhere else lovely. I was cleaning the house.

The house four doors up went on fire. Fire engines, police and fire inspection officers showed up.

And so did about thirty of the neighbours.