We had our first close to home bushfire today.
I was doing a bit of work in the vege garden with a few nice cold beers and some rock 'n roll tickin' over on the radio in the Toyota when the sky started filling with smoke and a waft of that familiar smell.
So I jumped in the Toyota and flew across the road to see if anyone needed some help.
Then I saw this sheila staggering up the path through the bush with a bucket of water.
Suggesting that it would be a good idea to call the Firies, she strongly protested and assured me that a bucket of water and a hose would suffice.
Inquisitively, I asked her how the fire started.
She reckoned that she was having a bottle of wine with her partner, and all of a sudden, this bloody big fire started all by itself.
So I told her that you have to watch out for that wine because some really fcuken weird #$%* happens sometimes when you drink that stuff.
Anyway, the fire began to blow through the bush big time and by then, the Firies had rocked up and launched a H2O assault on it.
Thumbs up to the Firies and a Wooly dog up the fcuken dickhead sheila and her wine drinking partners arse.