It
must have been another cold wet June…
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Ferretfingers
insists on lighting a fire (he know how to do it all now, including unlocking
the garage to get wood out) whilst I'm hoovering.
It's
very spitty wood and as I'm hoovering the hearthrug I notice smoke coming out
of the hoover.
Quickly remove bag.
Notice smouldering spot ...
I've sucked up whatever the fire spat out.
Throw bag
in bin.
Fit new one.
Continue hoovering.
When I go out to get the washing in there's Thunderthighs
peering into the bin through rising smoking.
Oh yes ... it has continued to smoulder.
Two buckets of water later, and a poke around
with an old mop-shank to split it all up, and what passes for normality
resumes.
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