Burning the House Down

So once again it has been a while, actually that's a lie, it hasn't been that long.

Starting again!

Nothing exciting ever happens at my house. Except for dinner. Because that's always exciting. And it seems that it was even more so last night. Pyrotechnics dare I say, would be proud of my mum's performance.

I went to hockey for a whole hour and come back to find mum running her arm under the tap in the kitchen and muttering something about going to the hospital to get it checked out.

Before I could even ask what happened mum starts raving about how she plugged in the gas, turned it on and POOF a raging inferno engulfs the BBQ.
My brother avoiding all kitchen contact (besides eating) was sitting in his room with his new noise canceling headphones on and thought to himself as he heard muffled screams "gee Mum is yelling unusually loudly... I thought I already put the dishes away?" However, being the mamma's boy he is, ventured to the kitchen to find mum battling flames.

Now we have three hoses situated around the house - One is in the front garden, one is near the back door, and one is next to the courtyard where the BBQ is.
Harry chose to get the one in the front garden.

Kidding.

But he did get the one near the backdoor and ran all the way around the house to discover the courtyard one.

After successfully dousing the flames 000 was called and not one, but TWO fire engines turned up with not two,but SIX "quite attractive" (quoted from mum) firemen.
Mum realised that the chicken drumsticks headed for the BBQ were not going to be cooking there and put them in the oven.

Dad got home from work and was thinking that it was the neighbors.

And then I got home and found that I'd missed the whole thing.



But the best part about it all - Dinner was still served on time.