Once a month the Smalltown Fire Department meets and carries out some kind of training drill, so that our skills are kept fresh and honed like a razor.
So it is that I find myself sitting on top of a fire truck, on top of a hill, packing wet hose, in a thunderstorm. I'm not generally one of those people who runs for cover and hides in the basement when faced with millions of volts of electricity and loud noises - but I'll admit that it was a tad disconcerting.
Nonetheless, I made it safe and well to the bar and polished off a couple of Guinnesses in celebration.
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In other news, number one daughter has made the transition to a diaperless night. This, as any parent knows is a period fraught with worry over midnight bed wettings, but more than this it marks a happy move forward to a time when diapers are a thing of the past. Oh, happy day !
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