DAD STILL UNSUPERVISED

As I mentioned The Father has been left alone for two weeks while The Mother does her international thing and visits The Brother. I check in on him most days and pop past just to make sure he's still breathing (See Dad Unsupervised). I put in a call to him last Sunday.

Me: Hey Daddyo, what's happening?
Dad: Um, hi Baglett, I have a leeeetle problem here.
Me: Oh God. What have you done?
Dad: Can't talk now Baglett, the firemen have just arrived.

I raced to the Homestead to find a red fire engine parked in the driveway and large emissions of smoke filtering out the front door.

Dad: Hey Baglett! What's up?
Me: Um, why is the house on fire?
Dad: Don't tell your mother.
Me: She may work it out for herself when she comes back to no kitchen Dad.
Dad: Do you think she'll be cross?
Me: I would have thrown myself into the flames, it would have been less painful.

Turns out that while my Dad was preparing to make his Sunday curry, he left the extractor fan on and went downstairs to play in his garage. The extractor fan decided to be a naughty extractor fan and catch alight. It then said howzit to the pots of oil on the stove and had a fireworks party in the kitchen. When they had finished with the kitchen they took a little walk down the passage to spread their joy into the bedrooms. My Dad managed to find the fire extinguisher and stop the party while the firemen went into the roof and put an end to the after party that had started.

My Mother arrives home on Sunday and I popped in today to see how Operation Clean Up was going. There is no ceiling in the kitchen. The walls are completely brown and all the curtains are singed.

Dad: Do you think she'll notice?

We both looked down as the dog walked past us with a singed tail and coughed.

Me: Naaaaaaaaaah. You're fine.