Miss R's anxiety concerning chimney lining wasn't difficult to fathom.
On opening the front door for the last two years the view encompasses mainly the house directly over the road.
The charred roof timbers of which lean haphazardly against one another rather like tepee poles without the outer skin.
I think it was Miss R. herself who phoned the neighbours, who were watching the telly at the time, to ask - 'Do you know your house is on fire?'
So that winter's night they stood and watched the house burn down.
Miss R. got to thinking especially when there was some cock up with the neighbours insurance company - (Chimney should have been lined blah blah...)
"That was another big fire when the church burnt down too, was it the local builder or something?"
"A-ha, and funnily enough it happened on Ash Wednesday.'
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