danny is on university study break and i am 200km down the road writing skool reports and ohlookit! both of us are on facebook and now we're chatting

Katie: so last night we were rudely awoken at witching hour by KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
and someone (or maybe both of us) mumbled "i think someone's knocking at the door.." so dad and i wandered rather drunkenly down the hall (even though we hadn't previously touched a drop) and turned on every single light before opening the door to a blonde lady who looked us up and down and 'splained:
"i'm so sorry to wake you but your letterbox is on fire..."
Danny:
Katie: so i said, "oh, i'll just get a bucket of water.." and wobbled off to the laundry but then dad insisted on finding a torch incase there was something dubious in said letterbox and it jumped out at us when we threw the water on it so it took delirious us ten mins to discover three torches... but alas! none of them had batteries in them... and i was busy having a wee kitten cos what! if! we! have! a! real! emergency! and! we! have! no! batteries! in! our! thousands! of! torches!???
Danny:

which is probably why my son is an almost-qualified-engineer and i am still procrastinating writing skool reports #somethingshinyoverthere