Eight days since our last shout and the pre-bedtime peace was shattered by my alerter springing into life.
Gave Karen the phone, checked doors were shut and then the, now unfamiliar, jog over to the fire station.
I was first in and opened the bay doors before taking a look at the tip sheet. I registered that we were off to 'House' and it was in Northgate, barely a 30 second drive from the station. Then it clicked. We were being tipped out to my old house…
Before long I was sitting behind the wheel – hand-held radio's onboard, main scheme radio fired up, blues on and our mobile message just complete as Dennis clambered up into his seat to complete our crew of six.
I still hadn't heard the committed message from the wholetime crew who, by now, must be getting pretty close.
I took a wide swing into Northgate and knew exactly where to go. In the gathering dusk I could see a girl flagging us down. Looking to my right, an orange glow was visible in the groundfloor extension. Pump in, hosereel run out, tank open, revs up but no pressure… Air lock. Drop the revs, open one of the main deliveries and force the air out of the pump. Next run out a length of 45, branch in and charge it.
By now White Watch have pulled up behind us and Begz connects his tank to ours, just in case…
Mel and Cheesey go in wearing BA, quickly extinguish the small fire and then carry on into the rest of the house opening windows to get rid of the smoke.
It really felt strange standing outside my old house, remembering how it used to be when we were there. Karen had grown up in that house, bought it off the council with her Mum and then I appeared on the scene and it became our first home. And this is where we lived when Karen had her accident and spent six months in a spinal injuries unit. We'd adapted the garage into a groundfloor bedroom and bathroom and kept the place really nice. It's been sad to see the place get a bit neglected in recent years, rented out by the council, being more of a staging post than what it should have been – a family home.
And it was thirteen years to the day since we moved out… A fact, once shared with my crew, they were happy to keep repeating (and repeating!) for me!


