After Six O'Clock You Risk Incineration

So the national fire strike kicked off last night. Doomgoblins will be happy. Three burning-building deaths last night (that's up on the average of 1.63 deaths per day when the firemen are working normally). No doubt the Daily Mail will blame the frefighters for all three.

Vic is paranoid about going up in flames at the best of times, so last night saw her making a few special preparations before bed time:

1) She checked that both of our smoke alarms were operational and in optimal locations.
2) She unplugged the TV, as they are apparently at risk of randomly exploding into balls of plasma even when switched off.
3) She checked the torch that is kept at the side of the bed.
4) She donned her asbestos pyjamas, welders mask, motorcycle crash helmet and divers lung.

She did forget to fish out an axe from the shed, so I shall remind her to do so tonight. I will also prompt her to uncoil the emergency escape ladder that is still in its box in the cupboard.

Better to be safe than sorry.