Picture the scene..........

The last concert/ceilidh of the season is finished.
Beth finally gets home around 11 at night.
Stokes the fire.
Puts the Christmas tree lights on.
Lights a few candles.
Undresses. (don't get excited, now.........)
Cosy dressing gown on.
James Taylor Christmas album on.
Sherry poured.
Dog curled up beside her.
Bliss.



Hammering on the window.

Neighbour..... "BETH!!! DO YOU KNOW YOUR CHIMNEY'S ON FIRE?????"


No, I didn't - too much wind. Couldn't hear a thing.
End of peace and quiet.
The man on the phone when I dialled 999 was very nice "Don't worry, Beth, the fire brigade is on its way". Does he know me?

The boys were very efficient, and I am left with the remains of a chimney pot in the garden. No other damage.

That's one way to get your chimney cleaned.

Tis the season to be jolly.