[garinda]

Originally Posted by Doug

Five day’s before I had been on nights, when I finish work I went out and bought a new three piece suite (my first bit of furniture since the divorce) and a T Bone Steak, that afternoon I put the steak on the grill and sat on the bed listening to the radio. I fell asleep. I awoke at the sound of the lady next door banging on the door and screaming fire through the letter box. I had been asleep for two hours. The steak was completely gone along with most of the grill.

Why was I up a ladder? I was trying to strip the burnt and smoke damaged paper off my kitchen walls. At the time I became suicidal, I was ****ed, crying and demented at the fact that my first chance at getting on my feet had gone with my dinner a week earlier. It took me a month to redecorate the Kitchen and a further year to recover from the cost of the fire. I have never bought a T Bone since that day…..

Doug, that is such a sad and funny post. I really was laughing tears of joy/sadness then.

Thanks for the explanation re: the ladder. I'm just glad you weren't peeping through next door's bedroom window.

I for one buy the fire story.