Flying chimneys and firemen

This is what happened last night. Having finished work, I was sitting on the sofa with a whiskey and a mood for staying in when I heard an enormous crash. A gale had lifted a chunk of chimney off our neighbour's roof and thrown it into the street. Action stations. Our elderly neighbours were prety stunned by it all. We rushed down the street banging on doors telling people to move their cars and then improvised bollards with our plastic garden chairs (we found some bricks in the street to weigh them down with) with warning notes - 'Danger! Falling Masonry.' We call the police and within five minutes we get the fire brigade and a police car to cordon off our street. There's still lots of loose masonary up on the roof and so the fire brigade do this amazing job of clambering up the ladder in a gale, with an occasional brick toppling down to dismantle what was left of a pretty flimsy chimney. Pretty impressive, I say.

Oh and i took some photos hanging out of the bedroom window.