As I was making bread and ice cream in my flat this morning I heard the fire alarm go off. My immediate thought is always 'is it Donald' so I scurried through all the fire doors (you can't use the lift when alarm is going) and sure enough, 4 firemen were going into Donald's flat. He'd thought he could use the cooker ring for toasting a flat bread. 'like a barbecue' he said. There was thick smoke but nothing drastic. One of the firemen filled out a form with us. These guys are so good. No judgement.
As I passed over the bridge at Yeaman Place I saw these men working on what used to be a wee shop of car parts. I never knew the premises had a basement with a wee door exit at the back. 
It was my school friend from Bristols birthday today. This is us in Cornwall when we were about 15/16? on holiday with her parents.