Fire fighter

Hi everyone :)

This story is about what happened while I was living leaving in a shared house in Dublin.
There were 8 people living in that house. I'd been living there in for 8 months and most other people were only staying for a short time (internship or language school). In my case I was working in a coffee shop..

Everything was normal, nothing that was worth talking about. Except that 2 new tenants checked in on Friday. They were nice, and we got along quite well fast. But that peaceful place was about to turn into something akin that could be cognate to hell.
We were talking in the kitchen, everyone doing their own stuff, when suddenly, someone who was cooking shrimps yelled. we all turned around and saw a flame coming out from the pan. It quickly reached the vent and a housemate rushed to the closest extinguisher. He tried to put out the fire and once he had emptied the extinguisher  (?) was done pressing, we thought it was gone.

But it was not, the fire kept on burning destroying inside the vent and we were out of solutions. So I ran to our neighbour's door to beg for help and thankfully they called the firefighters in time. We were glad that their basement was located only 3 minutes away.
But I spent the worst night ever. I've I'd  been waiting 2 hours outside by a  in  wet rainy and windy weather. I was only wearing a pyjamas and a jacket which were not exactly totally suitable for the relentless Irish relentless weather ^^

But nobody anybody was injured, we could all get our stuff back, and instead of getting angry at each other we got went through it by pulling together and staying united.

The "funniest" thing is that a new guy had checked in only 3 hours before the fire started starts, it was an odd way to welcome him but anyway ^^

Thanks for reading :)

Fire fighter

Hi everyone :)

This story is about what happened while I was living in a shared house in Dublin.
There were 8 people living in that house. I'd been living there for eight months and most of the others were only staying for a short time (internship or language schools). In my case I was working in a coffee shop..

Everything was normal, nothing much worth mentioning apart from the two new tenants that had checked in on Friday. They were nice, and we soon got along well. But that peaceful place was about to turn into somewhere hellish.
We were talking in the kitchen, everyone was minding their own business, when suddenly, the housemate who was cooking shrimps started to yell. We all turned around and saw flames coming from the pan. It quickly reached the vent and a housemate rushed for the nearest fire extinguisher. He tried to put out the fire and once he had finished, we thought it was over.

But it was not, the fire was burning up the inside of the vent and we were out of solutions. So I ran to our neighbour's door to beg for help and thankfully they called the firefighter in time. We were glad that their basement was located only 3 minutes away.
But I had the worst night ever. I ended up waiting two hours outside in the rain and the wind. I was wearing pyjamas and a jacket which not totally suitable for the relentless Irish weather ^^

But nobody was injured, we could all get our stuff back and instead of getting angry at each other we got through it by pulling together and staying united.

The "funniest" thing is that a new guy checked in only three hours before the fire started, it was an odd way to welcome him but anyway ^^

Thanks for reading :)