As I was having my morning coffee and reading the headlines of a couple of news sites on the balcony my son came up to me and said…

“Papa, there’s a fire”

My first question was “fire???”
To which he confirmed.. “yes, Papa, it’s burning”

So as I walked back into the apartment I was thinking electrical?, did I leave the gas on?, what could it be that’s on fire.

He leads me to my bedroom and in the middle of the floor (away from everything) is a small plastic waste paper bin nicely burning. He had tried to put some water on it but the plastic was still burning in a couple of places and it had resisted the water he had poured over the paper, which had been put out by the water.



We all remained rather calm and we got to the bottom of “how” it started quite quickly. Apparently he was playing with matches he had found and that I didn’t even know we had. I was like.. where the fck did you find these?? We had a good chat about the dangers of fire and how things could have gone if the fire had not been put out.

Anyway… disaster averted and a valuable lesson has been learnt by all present.

I wonder where the little lad picked up the idea of trying to burn the house down from ?