It was the house over the road from me. The dotty old chap had slung some hot ashes out of the front door onto the garden, but a load had landed in the pile of stuff by their door, including paint tins, a car battery, a lot of evil plastic tat and a can of petrol! Of all the things to keep by the door...
MiniQ spotted the fire and I ran over, suitably tooled up with a garden broom (a dual purpose tool to tackle the fire and repel their pet Rottweiler!) The door was half blocked by the fire and the old dude couldnt open the back door so I clubbed the burning stuff away from the house before I spotted the petrol can and then took it a bit carefully! The woodwork round the door and porch was just starting to burn and the smoke alarm inside the house was bleeping away as there was a fair load of smoke inside already. Lucky escape all round. Unfortunately a bicycle was hurt during the drama :-(
The old chap's son popped over to say thanks earlier. His dad is going a bit senile, but not so dotty that he didn't tell me how much trouble he thought he was going to be in with his son
