Holy Smoke ! The universe must have read yesterday’s blog because today I actually did have a fire in the house. I called my husband at work to tell him – this was at 11am – and he told me not to worry he’d be home by 9pm at the latest. My hero.
So I dialled 999 and got three fire engines and 15 hunky firemen who identified my problem in minutes.
My fluff was on fire. Not the cat, my tumble drier fluff. Excess fluff was blown onto the heating elements of the machine which were aglow and smoking copiously. This could have turned into a proper flaming fire at any second.
My house is only a couple of noodles away from being a chinese laundry. I wash and dry all day and night and the machines are on when I am in the house, out of it and alseep. But never again will I leave them unattended.
Fluff Alert has begun.
Fluff as in pubic hair?
Oh my God. I’m glad all is well, A. Scary though. I have wanted a tumble-drier for ages. Not so much now…
It’s time to defend myself. My fire did not happen because I am a fluff slut, I clean my filter EVERY time, I tell you.