Dad came up to visit us a few weeks ago. Sleeping on the sofa in the front room, this was the sight that greeted him at three in the morning. I was woken by his yelp of surprise, and then his yell of "THERE'S A CAR. ON FIRE. OUTSIDE THE FLAT". Naturally I called the fire brigade and they arrived a few minutes later, by which time the car was a towering inferno and its windows had started to pop (literally) off. A liberal splashing of water and sand later, all was well, even if the car behind had been slightly melted.
Exciting stuff!
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