The house next door had a massive cannabis farm in the loft. Then last week they had a house fire. I rushed outside the night all the emergency services turned up. The smell on the street was…sweetly intriguing. And the firemen seemed a whole lot more relaxed than I expected.
“How’s the firefighting going?” I asked one of them.
“Oh, you know,” the firefighter said, pausing to breathe in deeply. “Some fires you can put out quickly; others you just need to let them find their own way to extinction. Fighting a fire,” he added, “isn’t always the best way.”
He smiled a strange smile, folded his arms and stood studying the flames with wonder in his eyes.