Well this won't be a running post. It may be a while till I feel up to running frankly! I arrived in NZ less than 2 days ago and had a lovely reunion with the daughter. Went to bed early last night after two glasses of sav and took a sleeping tablet to ensure a deep sleep. In the middle of a series of sweet deep dreams I became vaguely conscious of a distant beeping noise and someone shaking my shoulder saying getup pam get up. The house is on fire! Omg. I caught a glimpse of blinding yellow flames inside the bathroom door opposite my door and realised the air in my room stank of burning plastic . I didn't even pause to grab my wallet. Outside we all counted heads as we gathered on the lawn and watched smoke billowing out from under the eaves. We were all there and okay which we even then realised was the main thing.
The house was saved thanks to the local rural fire brigade though they will need a new roof. All I would say to everyone who reads this is CHECK YOUR SMOKE ALARMS! They undoubtedly saved our lives. Nobody smelled the smoke. It didn't wake us up. It would never have woken us up. Love to you all x