Firemen visiting next door just stopped by and politely asked if they could check to see whether the roof was on fire.
[UPDATE] The roof, the roof, the roof was not on fire. Neither was the roof next door, actually. For those wondering why I stopped to blog this in real-time, answer’s simple: I didn’t. At the time, I was collecting the three things I needed: the baby, the car seat, and the car keys. Everything else could be handled with a major credit card.
Gives new meaning to running around with the roof on fire …
Stay safe, only 4 weeks to go.