Following this up, I had a small online conversation with "the farmer" 1 day ago {a.k.a yesterday} in which he proved my point that he could be an absolute idiot at times. He asked me how to spell my surname. Why is this idiotic? Well firstly because "the farmer" and I have been acquainted for some 6 years now, and secondly because there are plenty of places where he could look up this important piece of information, including the top of the very window this online conversation was occuring in. That was 1 day ago.

This morning is when it all happened. I was watching somebody get electrocuted to death, as you do on a saturday morning, *cough* .. on a preacquired television program I might add & then it felt wrong that I could smell the burning, it was almost too real.

In fact it was real, I began to investigate by noticing the smoke entering my kitchen window & as I approached the window I heard the fire engine skidding round the corner of the cul-de-sac that I refer to as 'home'. To my shock & horror/joy & excitement I found two cars on fire outside in the parking bays. One was my fellow neighbours, whose face/name I know not to date - & the other was my own.