Hi everyone, I am hopeless trying to get a photo from the Townsville Bulletin onto the blog.
I didn’t realise I’d actually sent that page to publish. Apologize – it’s not very easy to see.
Still also having a murderously hard time with bloody Aperture on the Mac. Cannot get it working – so here’s the story in words.
On Tuesday night Chris snuck Bronson into the hospital to visit me, he’s been really fretting (Bronny not Chris).
Bronny climbed into bed with me, surfaced for a bit of dinner, then hid back under all the bed covers.
There was a major extraction required to remove Bronny from my bed and take him home.
(Getting the picture that Bronny is a bit clingy to me?)
9:34 text from Chris, Bronny wouldn’t settle, everyone tired and in bed early, but Bronny pacing bed, whining, stressing.
Dodgy Brothers (Chihuahuas) asleep in their bed, Bee (Bronny’s twin) out like a light.
More texts, cuddles suggested, etc etc.
10pm, STill weird behaviour from Bronny.
Maybe pain – so Chris goes down to the kitchen for Metacam (dog anti-inflammatory medicine).
Jason just heading up to bed too.
Medicine administered, Bronny still carrying on like a pork chop.
Chris and Jason do house inspection.
Can’t smell anything, go outside, look at roof, smoke POURING out of roof.
By now they are expert at dialling 000.
4 minutes – 3 Firetrucks, 3 police cars, 1 Ambulance, and Norqeb (electricity suppliers up here)
took Firemen 15 minutes to locate the fire – it was cyclone damaged ceiling in weird part of laundry roof. Light transformers ignited and ceiling beams well alight.
All extinguished, order restored, reports written.
Ultimate advice from boss Fireman/Police/Norqeb.
If it had been left another 30 minutes, when everyone would have been fast asleep, the fire would have spread very quickly into the ceilings of the bedrooms that are useable, insulated and have acoustic tiles instead of flat ceiling.
That 30 minutes would have meant everyone in the house would have been asphyxiated and would have died in their sleep, and house would have burnt down.
So, Bronny, at 16, deaf, can’t see too much, arthritic, and a Mummy’s boy saved everyone’s lives, and the house.
I’ll see if I can get any help from Apple to get pictures on the blog to show details.
On top of all that, I was lucky to be here, wouldn’t have been able to get out of the house yet, as back still not strong enough to cope.
So, another scary but good luck story from Townsville
Who knew Townsville could be so exciting?