Unexpected public showing!
Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:51 pm
I recently purchased a new casual kilt from "Best in Scotland" via Ebay (Pictures can be seen on my thread "Early Morning Walk" in the "Personal Stories" part of the site.)
It is a really comfortable kilt, designeded as workwear. So it is not surprising that I wore it yesterday as I spent the afternoon cutting timber to fill our depleted log-pile in time for the cold weather. It was a glorious day and my wife and I got a lot of work done.
Come Saturday evening, I was ready to put my feet up, still attired, as usual, in the kilt, and sat down in front of the TV, whilst my wife made some comment about lighting the bonfire. We have a reasonably sized orchard, backing on to our local LIDL's and we have a large pil;e of accumulated branches, etc, which required burning. (We ARE "green"; we do shred most things, but there is always the need for the very occasional bonfire!)
At about 8.30pm there was a tremendous banging on the front door. Do I change my attire? Do I wait for my wife to answer the door? No, I got up and opened the door to a workman, adorned with a yellow hard hat and a HI-Vis jacket who shouted " Call the fire brigade! Your garage is on fire." Let me add at this point, the garage in question is a rickety wooden structure, full of garden tools, but not used for a car at all. My mind immediately flashed to how much could I get from the indurance, as I rushed out of the house to see the fire, and to find out what had happened to my wife.
The workman came out as well, and we were joined by our next door neighbour, who had been upstairs and seen the flames. I was very clear that the garage was NOT alight, but that the height of the bonfire was such that it gave the impression of at least a 2-engine fire. My wife was there happily controlling the bonfire as she always does (although she did admit to me later that the twelve foot flames had been quite exciting, and more than she had been expecting.)
The three of us stood and chatted, much relieved to see that there was no fire - and there was no comment about my attire, although I may get a comment from the neighbour next time I see her. The workman, it turns out, was a night-watchman on the LIDL's site, as they are currently doing some serious rebuilding of the store and the carpark, and he had clearly seen the bonfire through the hedge.
It's good to know that there are some good neighbours around.
It is a really comfortable kilt, designeded as workwear. So it is not surprising that I wore it yesterday as I spent the afternoon cutting timber to fill our depleted log-pile in time for the cold weather. It was a glorious day and my wife and I got a lot of work done.
Come Saturday evening, I was ready to put my feet up, still attired, as usual, in the kilt, and sat down in front of the TV, whilst my wife made some comment about lighting the bonfire. We have a reasonably sized orchard, backing on to our local LIDL's and we have a large pil;e of accumulated branches, etc, which required burning. (We ARE "green"; we do shred most things, but there is always the need for the very occasional bonfire!)
At about 8.30pm there was a tremendous banging on the front door. Do I change my attire? Do I wait for my wife to answer the door? No, I got up and opened the door to a workman, adorned with a yellow hard hat and a HI-Vis jacket who shouted " Call the fire brigade! Your garage is on fire." Let me add at this point, the garage in question is a rickety wooden structure, full of garden tools, but not used for a car at all. My mind immediately flashed to how much could I get from the indurance, as I rushed out of the house to see the fire, and to find out what had happened to my wife.
The workman came out as well, and we were joined by our next door neighbour, who had been upstairs and seen the flames. I was very clear that the garage was NOT alight, but that the height of the bonfire was such that it gave the impression of at least a 2-engine fire. My wife was there happily controlling the bonfire as she always does (although she did admit to me later that the twelve foot flames had been quite exciting, and more than she had been expecting.)
The three of us stood and chatted, much relieved to see that there was no fire - and there was no comment about my attire, although I may get a comment from the neighbour next time I see her. The workman, it turns out, was a night-watchman on the LIDL's site, as they are currently doing some serious rebuilding of the store and the carpark, and he had clearly seen the bonfire through the hedge.
It's good to know that there are some good neighbours around.