Smoking does not seem to be good for me.....Since starting in June (long story) I've developed an interesting little cough (can't blame the lungs, really), lost a filling from using chewing gum (repair almost completed), ....and last night managed to set my balcony alight!
So...it was a windy day - I hate it when the wind does the smoking for me. I kept the ashtray, as always, in a redundant windowbox filled with compost. Stubbed out all the cigarettes. One had blown out into the peat. No worries.
At 2.30 am I woke up from a dream. A little while later I thought there was a little smell of burning - but this is quite often in my neighbourhood. Strange time of day, all the same. Went to the loo; when I came back I noticed the smell was stronger in the bedroom than elsewhere. Strolled over to the window and opened the curtains.....to be greeted by a dainty row of flames dancing merrily along the front of the balcony.
So I rushed backwards and forwards between bathroom and balcony, and half a dozen buckets later it was out - some bits of the plastic window boxes have poured themselves down the edge of the balcony, another bit is glued to the floor.... Happy days. Given that the balcony overlooks a busy crossroads I thought that someone might have called the fire brigade, but thankfully no. Nor, it would appear, did any neighbours wake up, though the entrance to the casino was nicely marked by rivers of earthy water.
Now imagine the same scenario if I had not gone to bed, but left the country as I sometimes do at night.....
So...it was a windy day - I hate it when the wind does the smoking for me. I kept the ashtray, as always, in a redundant windowbox filled with compost. Stubbed out all the cigarettes. One had blown out into the peat. No worries.
At 2.30 am I woke up from a dream. A little while later I thought there was a little smell of burning - but this is quite often in my neighbourhood. Strange time of day, all the same. Went to the loo; when I came back I noticed the smell was stronger in the bedroom than elsewhere. Strolled over to the window and opened the curtains.....to be greeted by a dainty row of flames dancing merrily along the front of the balcony.
So I rushed backwards and forwards between bathroom and balcony, and half a dozen buckets later it was out - some bits of the plastic window boxes have poured themselves down the edge of the balcony, another bit is glued to the floor.... Happy days. Given that the balcony overlooks a busy crossroads I thought that someone might have called the fire brigade, but thankfully no. Nor, it would appear, did any neighbours wake up, though the entrance to the casino was nicely marked by rivers of earthy water.
Now imagine the same scenario if I had not gone to bed, but left the country as I sometimes do at night.....
