It's life, and you just gotta play the game

Tooli pointed out to me yesterday that when she moves away, she might be living next door to any type of people, and that is right.

I see university as more than an educational experience, I see it as life-skills course.

However, I tried very hard to not listen to the life-skills Boy is learning in America as he explained to his dad the arguments he has with those of the Creationism School of Thought, and his exchanges with the different ethnic groups that he schools with.... or the fact that he has them all believing that Giraffes roam freely in Scotland.

Tooli is heading to Edinburgh and I did very well in Edinburgh - meeting all sorts of people and getting in to all sorts of scrapes. One night in our flat, I detected a smell of smoke, and having once experienced a melting plug in a plug socket, was wandering around the flat checking out all electrical fittings and kitchen equipment. Then I opened the flat door.

The close was full of smoke. I slamed the door shut, and shouted my flat mate and Si (yeah, he lived with us). They both ran downstairs to find the source of the fire - we lived on the third floor. I called the Fire Brigade. Boris and Si came running back up for buckets of water. Somel local junkies had dragged a sofa in and set fire to it in the close under the first floor stair.

They ran back out again, and I chapped the door of the lady next door.

Just as I heard the sound of multiple sirens, Boris and Si came back up the stairs, and said "we got it out". We looked out the window and at the three fire engines, two ambulances and two police cars. :-)

And wandered down to greet them with the news that the fire had been extinguished.

It was not all in vain though. As we walked out the door, the wind blew the door shut. We were locked out.

Thank god for Firemen and their extending ladders!