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Just got the scare of my life when I smelt smoke. Looked out the window, saw the kind of thick grey smoke that comes from a really huge fire coming out a window in our block of flats, three floors down and I'm kinda embarrassed to say that I screamed.
Kicked Jake awake and we scrambled out of the apartment. Thank goodness, the fire department arrived quickly enough and nothing important like wires or anything fried. Trish came home in the midst of all the drama but we had to wait outside the building until the fire was doused and building was checked.
At least nobody got hurt and the worst thing that happened other than the destroyed apartment was that the ice cream Trish got melted. Am now mooching dinner and internet access off Anna because it's obvious that I won't be cooking dinner tonight, not with the investigations going on.