There was a fire in our apartment building last night. I thought someone was being attacked when I heard screams and shouting in the early hours of the morning, but I looked out the window and an apartment below us was going up in flames. Very scary.
RoRo was lucky that I had the stamina to unleash a string of expletives in her direction until she got up, and eventually we were all outside where we had to wait for AGES until the fire was out and the building was vented. Five fire brigades, an ambulance, and a load of cops arrived. Luckily everyone got out of the apartment in time. I often think if you're living above the second or third floor in an apartment building you're kind of screwed when something like this happens as so few buildings have external exits, so they were lucky.
I had gone to bed at around ten because I wanted a clear head for a busy day I have today. Instead I got practically no sleep so I'm very cranky.