Sean left for work and there I was merrily mid tx to my bestie in the UK. Ob had just crawled out of bed and stumbled quite literally into his shower.
Split second later the smoke alarms is blaring, as I casually get off the bed I notice a very bright glow from the office. As soon as I got to the door I could see the flames and it was a sight I don't want to see again.
To cut a very long story short, throwing wet tea towels does not help an electrical fire, but what does is shutting all the doors so it doesn't spread and burn your whole house down. After running back in the house and doing this oh and also turning off the shower, in my head I was thinking I didn't want to waste water, yes I know there was a fire and in the room right next to the shower. I also grabbed the blanket off the sofa as in my head I was thinking Ob would be cold (it was about 30 degrees out, so don't ask me what was going on. I was panicking and didn't even grab my beloved Marc. It was frightening so frightening. All in all it took 12 fireman and 3 engines to not only stop it but due to the chemicals in the battery they had to make sure it was safe.
It was a joy seeing all the neighbours staring and taking pictures on their phones while I stood there in my stereo typical black satin dressing gown, it was literally what I had on when I heard the bang, Ob, poor kid was just in his boxers. The bouff was in true madness and I didn't even have the proverbial hairband on my wrist, sigh. My pervy neighbour next door did ask if I wanted to wait in his house and after politely saying no thank you, he then told me about his broken washing machine for 10 mins. How wonderful.
I did have another wardrobe choice when Sean came back (frantic screaming down the phone "the house is on fire" the choice being my swimming costume, that we'd left in the jeep the day before, did debate it but then figured proverbial dressing gown gown was slightly better.
Yes before all you girls ask, there were some good looking firemen, not that I was checking them out, merely just observing their hard work. Hats off to each and everyone of them. Truly worth their weight in gold, silver and Marc Jacobs handbags. 6 weeks on, we are 1 room less, all Sean's gadgets including computer, laptop, cameras etc and watch less. The house stinks less now but still prevalent, every where is still sooty and the insurance people work less days than Father Christmas it seems.
Moral of the story ... don't charge lithium batteries EVER.
Luckily we were home other wise everything really would have been burnt to a crisp.
It really is worth checking your smoke alarms guys. It was the most frightening thing I've experienced. Even more than the first haircut I had here in Aus.
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