Fell From Fiction Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

I’m absolutely fine. It was only a small section of the High Street that was on fire, but it’s destroyed some of the shops entirely. My dad (a firefighter, not a nutter with a flame fixation) has been out there since 11 last night and got back in at 7 this morning. He’s been in charge of the operation so obviously dead proud of him. I could not do his job - I’m his son in many ways, but not that one.

I’ve just been up there to have a look. The High Street is closed and a couple of the shops are now roofless. It’s actually quite sad. I don’t care much that we’ve lost the nail bar or a bank, but two charity shops have gone and, while my town already has six charity shops for every two people, it’s always sad to see something like that destroyed.

My dad also got interviewed on the radio again. They’ve played it a couple of times this morning already and he keeps listening to it, but hating the way he sounds.

No one was injured and the cause is still under investigation.

Seriously, in my town, this is the biggest news that happens.