A few years ago my neighbour fell asleep leaving his chip pan on. Somehow me and the neighbour managed to put the fire out ourselves, and I had re-entered the very smokey living room to rescue his kittens. The Landlord decided to call the Trumpton out just to be safe. They arrived, gave us a ticking off for tackling the blaze ourselves (fair enough really) and sent 2 of the youngest fire men into the house to pull the kitchen apart completely just to make sure it wasn't going to catch fire again. I then offered to make the tea, everyone accepted and I spent the next half and hour boiling the kettle more times than it had been boiled in it's life and running around with a bowl of sugar. It has occurred to me now that not only did I end up making them lots of tea, I was the one that put the bloody fire out in the first place. I am such a Muppet.