Aidan Coughlan writes:
An auld fella who lives in one of the houses beside my building in Smithfield [Dublin] decided, for some reason, to place a tray with a burning piece of paper on to his windowsill. I closed my window a few minutes later as the air filled with smoke — and there was a lot of smoke — only to reopen it when I heard sirens in the distance. I could already tell what was about to happen…
Why is there always a kid on a bike in these situations.