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Surely she's not going to....
TWWOTV has been having fairly extensive building work done inside her house, as part of which they stripped out all the loft insulation (we could tell, because they stuffed the porch full of it to get it out of the way).
When I took Bob out for his walk today, I noticed that it had all been brought outside and piled in a big heap. Just where she typically has her bonfire pile.
"Surely she's not going to..." I thought, snapping a quick picture of it just in case. I had a quick google when I got home, and found various reassuring stuff about it being fire retardant, and thought no more of it.
A few hours later, I was doing a bit of cleaning and, as it was warm, opened the back door to let some air in. A few minutes later, an utterly revolting smell drifted in.
Yup, she did. Massive rolling clouds of yellow-brown smoke were pouring past the house. Is that safe? Is that legal? Is that the builders driving off as quickly as they can like sensible people?
Called 999. Took them an alarmingly long time to find our address on their system. They were only interested in the 'on fire' aspect of things, and whether there was anyone looking after it. When I said that the builders had gone and I couldn't see anyone nearby, they sent a fire engine and told me to call Environmental Health.
Called Environmental Health, who located us much more quickly (presumably using the magic of Google). Fire Engine arrived, and EH said to call back when they'd gone / not gone. Fire Engine left, so presumably she was home and just got a telling off. Called EH, who said "I'm on my way". Called New Mrs Up The Hill and told her to 1) get the kids indoors and 2) to call her local EH as well (she got the out-of-hours and left a message).
Fifteen minutes later, Bob exploded and I opened the front door to find a pleasant-looking man there. "That was quick!" I said, and got a confused look from our local councillor who was out canvassing. We had a chat (very diplomatic: "I'm ignoring the national party issues right now and just focussing on the local elections"), he said he'd look into a couple of things for me, he went on his way.
The wind shifted slightly. The smoke was now blowing Up The Hill, rather than at us. The EH guy arrived, and spent quite a while muttering ("stupid... inconsiderate... rude... why would you...") before rather apologetically saying that as the wind had shifted away from our house he couldn't do anything but tell the Up The Hill EH guy what he'd seen.
And I still have no fucking clue what breathing in smoke full of chemicals and laced with microscopic glass shards will do to me, the dog, the horses, the ducks and -- most worryingly -- the ducklings. Hey ho.
When I took Bob out for his walk today, I noticed that it had all been brought outside and piled in a big heap. Just where she typically has her bonfire pile.
"Surely she's not going to..." I thought, snapping a quick picture of it just in case. I had a quick google when I got home, and found various reassuring stuff about it being fire retardant, and thought no more of it.
A few hours later, I was doing a bit of cleaning and, as it was warm, opened the back door to let some air in. A few minutes later, an utterly revolting smell drifted in.
Yup, she did. Massive rolling clouds of yellow-brown smoke were pouring past the house. Is that safe? Is that legal? Is that the builders driving off as quickly as they can like sensible people?
Called 999. Took them an alarmingly long time to find our address on their system. They were only interested in the 'on fire' aspect of things, and whether there was anyone looking after it. When I said that the builders had gone and I couldn't see anyone nearby, they sent a fire engine and told me to call Environmental Health.
Called Environmental Health, who located us much more quickly (presumably using the magic of Google). Fire Engine arrived, and EH said to call back when they'd gone / not gone. Fire Engine left, so presumably she was home and just got a telling off. Called EH, who said "I'm on my way". Called New Mrs Up The Hill and told her to 1) get the kids indoors and 2) to call her local EH as well (she got the out-of-hours and left a message).
Fifteen minutes later, Bob exploded and I opened the front door to find a pleasant-looking man there. "That was quick!" I said, and got a confused look from our local councillor who was out canvassing. We had a chat (very diplomatic: "I'm ignoring the national party issues right now and just focussing on the local elections"), he said he'd look into a couple of things for me, he went on his way.
The wind shifted slightly. The smoke was now blowing Up The Hill, rather than at us. The EH guy arrived, and spent quite a while muttering ("stupid... inconsiderate... rude... why would you...") before rather apologetically saying that as the wind had shifted away from our house he couldn't do anything but tell the Up The Hill EH guy what he'd seen.
And I still have no fucking clue what breathing in smoke full of chemicals and laced with microscopic glass shards will do to me, the dog, the horses, the ducks and -- most worryingly -- the ducklings. Hey ho.
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Teddy
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I hope they don't do it again!