Promises they break before they're made... Sometimes, sometimes

We can't wait for next week, so we can finally count our chickens. Yayyy!

Now he's in the big time, and you're in the way

I hadn’t thought it would happen to me but I nearly burnt down the kitchen on the other day. I was going to cook noodles and had left the fire on, gone into the room to help my mother pick an outfit when we smelt something burning. A small fire had started burning and there was thick smoke everywhere. I screamed for Mummy and she ran out and grabbed the jug of drinking water within reach and doused the flames. The amount of soot and ashes was unbelievable, considering it was just a small fire. The ashes went everywhere and almost every damn thing in the house was covered in them. The rest of the evening was spent clearing up the mess, scrubbing the bloody soot off the walls, getting rid of the ashes. What a nightmare! But strangely it felt rather nice, just cleaning the house and talking with Mummy, about how insane those ashes were and other stuff. I told her we were lucky we saw the fire early enough or things could have been much worse. And we always get through whatever anyway. So good to be alive indeed.