But I have an excuse.
Yesterday tea time I heard a smoke alarm go off (not ours). I didn't think much of it at first because of the time of day and I just assumed someone was cooking bacon. However it didn't stop so after a few minutes I went outside to see if I could work out where it was coming from. It turned out to be the flat above mine. I phoned but there was no reply. So I went and knocked on her door. Still no reply. I tried the door and it was unlocked. I called her name but was met by silence. My neighbour hasn't been well lately and has been on lots of different medicines. The latest batch were making her feel dizzy. I was worried that she might have passed out. I could smell the smoke by this time so I went inside. The flat was full of smoke. I checked but she wasn't there. The smoke was coming out of the kitchen. Sure enough the oven was on and the smoke was pouring out of it. I switched off the oven and opened all the windows in the flat. At that point my neighbour returned. She'd been to walk the dogs and had put her tea in the oven to cook whilst she was out. It cooked and cooked until it was charcoal. Fortunately, apart from the smoke which was now pouring out of the open windows, no harm was done. It was only when I was back home that I realised I'd broken lockdown completely. Not only had I gone into someone else's home but we'd been less that 2m apart.
Landlines (by Raynor Winn, author of The Salt Path)
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