As some of you lovely people know I'm at the 'rents this week (see fastasleep's descent into hell to know more if you can be bothered)...
EEEeh I'm old before my time, I'm sure I heard someone say 'yes FA I so want to here your story' sooooo...
(Before I begin, we have open fires here, they're cheapskates I tell yer and burn Everything flammable on the damn things)
Dad was lighting the fire in the end room this morning, and he decided to pile it high with dozens of yep you guessed it, dirty nappies in sacks.... he then thought, 'ooh that won't light' so liberally poured some yep, you guessed in white spirit on... then he threw a match on......
weeelll there was a large BANG and then a shout from the end room, an eyebrowless father ran through to the kitchen where I was making porridge, closely followed by a black plume of smoke......
The top of the chimney promptly exploded and flew right off the house into the main road...
DS had the most wonderful morning, what with the three fire-engines and the dozens of firemen and the hose pumping water down the chimney...
And you know the really stupid thing? This isn't the first time!!!!
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