Have just run the MIL back to her bus home and dropped in to the house we rent out to deliver the new fire extinguisher. We put the old one in the car and set off home.
Boy in the back: "Daddy, what is this little pull ring thingy for?"
Me: "That is what sets off the fire extinguisher. So don't fiddle with it"
Boy in the back: "So if you pull it out stuff comes out and stops a fire."
Me: "Yes, so don't fiddle with it, OK?"
SIlence. Small sound of fiddling. Then fucking great whoosh and some screaming. It's amazing how much CO2 they can pack into those things. I opened the car windows and we proceeded up the high street with CO2 sort of billowing out of the windows. Could have been foam, I spose.
