I consider myself a fairly well heeled young man, I have my own place, it looks rather good, I eat decent food. I was feeling very proud that I just got a new ironing board and iron and I was doing an inaugural iron of my nice blue shirt when I smelt something a bit weird
“oh this iron makes a funny smell”.
Actually no. That’s the smell of my shirt burning on the candles I had next to the ironing board. The sleeve of my shirt is now on fire.
Thought number 1 “WWHHHOOOAAA, My shirt is on fire”. Thought number 2 was, thankfully “lets get you into the sink” and thought number 3: “I need a photo of this”. Then the camera wouldn’t focus. I settled for this one
Quite a nice little hand warmer going here. At this stage I figure I better open the window to get rid of some of this smoke, so as I open the window…. off goes the fire alarm. At least I now know it works. Thinking I may be in the situation I was in Tallinn in 2008 where the fire alarm is wired into the house system and I wouldnt know the code to turn it off, I became worried and grabbed at the small alarm on my ceiling. Thankfully, its your crappy regular kind and a quick removal of my battery calmed down any neighbours who may have started to feel it a disturbance (heaven forbid someone actually thinks an alarm is an errr alarm these days)
Fire is out, smoke is gone, alarm is off but blue shirt is ruined.
What a day. Stage 1 of bike repossession is complete, I got the bike off the pole all without getting any attention from authorities. I have a video of it coming soon but heres the sweet thang in the back of my car
I had to dig the Volvo out, after a week of sitting out in the minus -10 she ticked over first time. Rock on Swedish Engineering!
Tomorrow I begin mission “use an angle grinder to cut the lock off my bike”. How can I fail?