Proof that I don't get wiser with age. This morning I spotted a big weed between my shed and the conifer hedge. I didn't want to put weedkiller on it because that would be stupid wouldn't it? I'm not daft after all. No, I thought I'd use my wee propane weed burning wand because that would be the smart thing to do.
Who knew that the bottom branches of conifers under hedges are so dry?
The flames started. Shitshitshit. I remembered my fire extinguisher. Grabbed it. There's a lot of smoke now. Pulled the pin, pointed it at the base of the fire, squeezed the trigger and got a blast of white powder. Yay. Then it stopped - within 2 seconds with the flames now coming out the top of the hedge. shitshitshit. Water! Get water! Picked up a bucket, ran into the kitchen and started filling it from the sink. Taking too long, about half full I ran out and chucked it at the hedge. The fire cackled with laughter. shitshitshit. I must have about £10k worth of tools in there. Hose! Get the hose. Got the hose, plugged it in at the sink and ran to the fire. Too short. Flames now up the side of the shed and the wee jet of water doesn't reach. shitshitshit. Get the hose reel extension. Plugs it in. Nothing comes out. Shitshitshit. Neighbours are coming out to watch the show.
"Are you alright son?"
Don't swear. Don't swear. Find the hose nozzle, put the fire out.