I have been walking as if through treacle today. Sleep-deprived and sad and missing my family (I spent the weekend with them as my youngest sis graduated yesterday. I am normally happy to see them but also happy to come home. This time, though, I wish I could have stayed).
I dozed quite heavily on the bus home. As it stopped at the stop before mine, I jerked awake, realising that I needed to stay conscious to get off at the next stop. Just as I realised that I heard sirens and the cars opposite stopped, letting two fire engines screech past, sirens-blaring-lights-flashing. Towards my estate. 'I hope my house isn't on fire,' I thought, as I always do when that happens.
But as the bus pulled forward I saw them arrive at the fire. I saw the smoke a second before the flames. A car was on fire, flames high, dark grey smoke filling the road. 'Jeeee-sus,' I said before I even realised I was speaking out loud. I stood up as the bus stopped - the fire was blocking the road, stopping it from getting any closer.
I had my camera in my hand before I'd even left the bus, but even so it was too late - the flames were already out. I've never seen the fire brigade actually in action before, never seen them actually put out a genuine fire, so I was in awe at the speed and efficiency they worked with.
There is a road behind all that smoke. Honestly.
No idea what happened. There didn't seem to be anyone in the car, although they might have run before it took hold.
I was expecting there to be a smell. Of smoke and petrol. But not a thing. Of course, all the smoke was blown the other way. I feel sorry for anyone living in that direction who had washing in their garden.
D just arrived home. No more than half an hour later, there is no sign anything ever happened.
So that was the excitement for the day.