Apparently I’ll sleep through pretty much anything. As reported by Sabine in her blog, in the early hours of the morning, flames tore through my neighbour’s house across the street, and fire crews battled the blaze as flames shout out through the roof. Or so I’m told. I didn’t witness this, because someone didn’t feel that it was important enough to wake me for.
This morning my neighbors are assessing their loss and picking through the debris for possessions. I can only imagine how that must feel, to lose your home and everything you own. They’re on the street now, with only the clothes on their back and a few sooty blankets. No one seems to have been injured, fortunately. I just hope they have a place to stay while they get their lives in order.
