(real) emergency blip

Our office shredder did not survive the house move.  The waste bins are full of bits of paper that, should they fall into the wrong hands, might cause untold harm in our own little corner of the universe.

The 'we sell everything - even things you can't begin to imagine'  shop in the High Street has a small garden incinerator that's just perfect for our small garden.  It's about the size of large flower pot.  We imagine sitting in our small garden with a cup of tea watching bills and so forth turn to ash.

Which is just what we're doing this afternoon, when Anniemay says "can you hear a fire engine?"  

"No"  but then I can't hear much these days.

"It's getting louder" she says "I can hear a walkie-talkie."

The next minute a fireman is standing in our garden on said walkie-talkie guiding a fire engine up the drive to our house.  

It's all a misunderstanding; someone who lives in a nearby flat on the High Street saw smoke coming over our garden wall and made the call.  We're very embarrassed and apologetic, but the fireman in very nice about it - and "very young ....." says AM. 

Other female residents in our close start to emerge from their houses to see what the fireman fuss is all about.

Apparently there was a fire at one time caused by faulty wiring in one of the  flats.  So it's good to know that people are alert to these things.  That's what the young fireman said and who are we to disagree.