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[arrgh]

I love youse all. Really. I did my mates hair, looks fuckin sick ps, but anyways. Put some beeswax on the stove to melt to make sexy dreaddies. Phone rings I get distracted. Times passes mate yells "Sian, you fucking kitchen is on fire" I casually "How bad" ... "Heaps" . I goes to investigate, stove is on fire. Like f'real boom. My reaction time was about 15 seconds. That shit isn't cool. I'm grateful for experience to force me to up my game once again. Manage to putit out. It was huge. Jet in the meantime had seen the panic in my eyes as I yelled at her to get out of the house. She was on the verandah screaming and I couldn't go to her what with the fire to deal with. Breaks my fucking heart everytime I see that in my mind. never not been able to go to her when she's scared. I go to jet, hug her, I'm shaking. My spider sneses tingle again for some reason and run back into the house. Alex tries to stop me but this is my castle yo. The fire had somehow jumped up into the rangehood without me knowing when i thought I'd got it. The whole internal system was ablaze. Above that is a cupboard i was sure was on fire. Naturally the cupboard with heaps of flour and other fire flavoured shit in it. By this time everything was pitch black and I couldn't breathe. Eyes rolling back in my head I throw buckets of water at the roof, shitty shirt over my mouth. I got it, but only fucking just.

My house isn't much like nice normal houses. It's more like a mueseum of stuff. My posessions I could live without but the thought of losing them like that shook me up bad. The what ifs plague me. Could have been so bad, the end of my daughter, myself, my house, my life. 2 fire trucks, the whole show for thre street. I'm so happy to be alive, moreso than ususal.

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