Off I went to work .... 7.25 ish secure in the knowledge that me and the kids had had a sober, early night last night and looking forward to a restful, well deserved half term holiday.
11 am .... breaktime at Crowcroft Park Primary and me mobile goes off. 'Mum, there's been a fire.'
'On me way' shouts I , got a 38 mile drive home and trying not to panic. Phones Artist who, mercifully, is a mile or so from my house and is off like a bat out of hell to no 6.
An hour later I arrive home to find my daughter and her hamster still alive, thank fark, Artist up to his armpits in muck and shite and the son and his mate (whose fault it was) running up Bickerton Hills.
Long story cut short. Lads are in a rush to go out running, smoke alarm didn't work, neighbours spotted black smoke and banged the fark out of the front door to wake Hannah up. Else she would surely be dead.
Cheers, Paul, for parking the CD player on top of a lit gaslight on the hob and farking up my six grand I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!!.
Oh well, another notch in the bedpost at no 6. Everyone is alive. We are off to the pub to celebrate that fact.
Kinell ...... what the fark next?
Steve, at the risk of embarrassing you, you were an absolute superstar today. Me, mine and mines' friends love you.
Jayne xxxxxxx
