On Thursday, the little ones and I went out for the day, The Boyfriend was at home.
At about 10:30 I heard my phone ringing. 6 missed calls.
I call The Boyfriend back to see what was up, and to be completely blunt,
he told me our house was on fire! WHAT.
I didn't really believe him.
The fire started in our garden, probably somewhere around the huge cardboard boxes full of bedding that was going to the tip. I imagine duvets and pillows are very flammable!
The fire then spread to our fence, and garden, our next-door neighbours kitchen and our kitchen. Luckily our next door neighbour's window just got a bit burnt, nothing too bad.
Our garden is black, our kitchen windows are boarded up.
I'm making it sound a lot more dramatic than it was. Haha.
But it was still scary!
I think I'd have been utterly useless if I had been there,
(probably something like this)
and I am so thankful the little ones weren't there!
I just keep thinking about what might have happened.
Now to get back on with cleaning up the black soot everywhere.