Fires galore

How weird is this?

My BAC manager had a fire in his house a few weeks ago which didn't actually burn a lot bot blackened his entire house. Soot and smoke damage it was called.

What I didn't know (nor he) is that soot is an acid and eats away into everything and anything and is toxic. It meant that his entire house has to be professionally cleaned, all the furniture out to be cleaned, all his clothes and soft furnishings to the cleaner and he had to get out of his house for a few weeks and is still trying to get over it.

So.. when I was on holiday and didn't hear from Kevin who was taking care (oh dear, for those of you who know Kevin that was a very brave thing to do indeed :-)) of my house I got a bit uncomfortable and asked my mum if she knew how they were.

Well... I felt it right.. thank God there was nothing the matter with my house but the house Kevin and his dad lived in has had a fire because of an ignored frying pan! Would you believe they had the same issue as my manager?

Everything needs to be taken out and cleaned, painted again etc. So my house has been used as a shelter for a week while I was away and guess who has stayed to live with me until it is all taken care of?

Yeah.. :-) My little boy.

It is really ehm.. interesting to see my nice girly princesses house turned into a more male environment with BIG shoes, BIG coats, BIG computer, BIG smells, BIG mess really which is luckily contained in the jungle. Loads of testosteron floating around all of a sudden.

But.. it is lovely too.. a rebonding session after 6 years of Scotland, he is priceless... :-)