A week ago I woke up in jacks house at 2pm to a fire alarm. Assuming it was just his housemate burning his lunch we attempted to go back to sleep. A minuet or so later jack got up to see what the fuss was and as he and James (said housemate) opened the door to the kitchen black toxic smoke bellowed out and swear words could be heard. Turns out the kitchen stove was on fire.
After attempting to tackle the fire with first a tea towel then smartly a fire blanket (which I am now making certain is in every house I live in) we called the fire department. The shock of flames and my nostalgia for America made me dial 911 at first but we got to 999 eventually!
The fire team came, as we pointed them in the direction of the fire behind the close door they opened it and were shocked at the amount of smoke which had travelled through the kitchen to the living room. They adorned gas masks and hose and tried to tackle it. after a quick 15 Min's or so of standing in the street in pj's whilst neighbours and perspective student house buyers looked at us the fire men had stopped the fire. Making comments about the oddly decorated house (naked men playing cards, pizza boxes and shopping trolleys in the back garden) then asking a customer service form about how the team performed and if they were anything they could of done better as if a member of a sales team for a phone company the fire team left for us to survey the damage.
What had happened is earlier that day the plumber had fitted a new boiler moving everything away from its surface including a wooden knife block and a bottle of kitchen cleaner onto the cooker hobs. James came in and turned the oven on NOT the hobs and went upstairs.
this was the end result:
Naturally the obvious reaction after the fire was treat was to take pictures of ourselves next to the damage.
The house smelt of smoke everywhere, there was scorch marks and melted substances on the cooker. As you can see in the picture where my hand is that was the boiler. More violent flames or a few more minuets and the fire could of reached this blowing us all up. But thankfully we are all fine.
lesson learnt-stay at my house more often.
xo
After attempting to tackle the fire with first a tea towel then smartly a fire blanket (which I am now making certain is in every house I live in) we called the fire department. The shock of flames and my nostalgia for America made me dial 911 at first but we got to 999 eventually!
The fire team came, as we pointed them in the direction of the fire behind the close door they opened it and were shocked at the amount of smoke which had travelled through the kitchen to the living room. They adorned gas masks and hose and tried to tackle it. after a quick 15 Min's or so of standing in the street in pj's whilst neighbours and perspective student house buyers looked at us the fire men had stopped the fire. Making comments about the oddly decorated house (naked men playing cards, pizza boxes and shopping trolleys in the back garden) then asking a customer service form about how the team performed and if they were anything they could of done better as if a member of a sales team for a phone company the fire team left for us to survey the damage.
What had happened is earlier that day the plumber had fitted a new boiler moving everything away from its surface including a wooden knife block and a bottle of kitchen cleaner onto the cooker hobs. James came in and turned the oven on NOT the hobs and went upstairs.
this was the end result:
Naturally the obvious reaction after the fire was treat was to take pictures of ourselves next to the damage.The house smelt of smoke everywhere, there was scorch marks and melted substances on the cooker. As you can see in the picture where my hand is that was the boiler. More violent flames or a few more minuets and the fire could of reached this blowing us all up. But thankfully we are all fine.
lesson learnt-stay at my house more often.
xo
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