Bloody Weekend - Part II - Pikie Sundee :)

Ok.......... When my Tom sorted out his tiny bedroom just before crimbo, he wanted shot of the old armchair that was in there, so he dragged the bugger down the garden with promises of taking it up the dump or sneaking across the gap at the bottom of our garden and lobbing it on the Blyth's skip that is always outside the back of their house......... BUT....... did he? NO he aint, so there its stayed for a few months and it was to wet and soggy for me to put in me car......

So on Sundee ( Sunday :) ) I says to my Jacob who is a bit of a pyromaniac (must be the boy scout in him) hey, do ya wanna make a bonnie and burn that old armchair and all that other rubbish down the back.......... obviously the answer was yes..... so he dragged the thing out the back gates onto the little bit of wasteground that gives this little row of houses back access..... we can park cars or caravans etc there........

Ok, what you must understand that burning of furniture is SO BLOODY PIKIEish LOL....... and it was well windy, and even though the little picture dont do it justice, cos by then it had well died down, the flames was blowing everywhere.......and the smoke was a tad thick at times.......

One of my Tom's best friends is a Pikie and old Nelson that use to live next door was a true pikie and Milie, Toms Pickie friend is actually the great grandson of old Nelson and Elderberry Millies Gran was Nelsons Daughter, or something like that, but that is another story in its own right :),,,,

So there we are, gayly have a burn up like a couple of pikies, even with a white pikie van in the background when 2 of me neighbours came running out the back of their gardens....... I thought 'ere we go' .......oh Mel do you think thats a good idea....... errrrrrr yep, I says, need to burn this old armchair, ya got anything ya want lobbed on?............. Mel do you really think its a good idea after what happened 3 years ago..........errrrrrrr yep, actually I do, your just paranoid, its ok... dont worry.........

Ok, let me explain............something happened 3 years ago that I can honestly say for a few minutes was the worst feeling of me life........a fireman had to rugby tackle me to the ground...... and if he hadnt had on his helmet and mask, Im sure he would of been sporting a black eye......... listen, Im NOT a violent person, not really, only when I really have to be, in a matter of life and death.......and this was one of those times........

This is gonna bore ya to tears BUT, I aint really bovvered if it does or it dont :)....

Three years ago my Tom was mixing with, shall we say some choice people...... and he had a bit of a run in with some blokes............well I knew these blokes from when they was tots....... but things has gone from good to bad, with them and my Tom..... they wanted him to get a bit deeper into a bit of a scam they had going and my Tom said...... no way no how.... and they didnt like it..... anyways.......

I use to have this 6 berth caravan at the bottom of me garden, that I use to hook onto the back of me car and we would go down to Cornwall in it, and during the winter months it was parked in the bottom of me garden and me older lads would use it like a room to have some mates round when there was to many for the house, I didnt mind as long as they kept it clean and respected that it was mine sam and jacobs escape for a holiday........some weekends Sam and Jacob would sleep in the caravan in the garden as a treat, as they had done the weekend previous to what Im just about to tell you......

So its real late way gone midnight on a Saturday night, Im still faffing around the kitchen when I look out the back window cos something was bright down the garden.......I was tired and it took me a little while to realise that there was a fire, and I mean A FIRE, huge it was........ WTF I thought and I opened be back door to go investigate...... the fire must of been burning for a little while cos it had caught onto me neighbours wooden garage....... the flames were HUGE and I could hear people shouting.... I ran in doors to ring the Fire Brigade and was told that already 5 YES 5 Fire Engines were on their way and to NOT go near...... how could me caravan be on fire? maybe me neighbours shed had had an electrical fault, all this was going though me mind, when my Jacob and Sam appeared at the top of the stairs....... whats going on mum.... there is a fire I say down the bottom of the garden......... Im still in a bit of a daze and standing near me house (the bottom of me long narrow garden is about 120 foot away) when 5 firemen burst through me side gate....... ya see there is only a tiny dirt track that leads to the back of our houses and there is NO WAY that a fire engine could fit down, so out the front of me house and down our road was 5 fire engines, at a bit of a loss what to do....... they dragged their hoses down our side alley and down me garden....... but by now the flames were getting so out of hand and not only my caravan but me neighbours wooden garage and the garage next to that were ablaze.......... my Ben then appears and says........ mum Toms not in....... my HEART STOPS, my Toms not in? at this time of night? OMG OMG THAT MEANS he is sleeping in the caravan...... I screamed so loud, that primal mother scream that the bloke 20 house away heard me that night lol....... omg my Tom is in the caravan, with that I run down me garden screaming at the fireman just as one of the gas bottles explode..... and just as one of the vintage cars in me neighbours garage petrol tanks must of blown........ one fireman tried to grab me but I just slipped under his arm, one almost grabbed me by the waist, but my son I thought was burning alive in me caravan, it would take more then a couple of suited up firemen to stop me........



(this is the only picture of the fire it dont look to bad from this shot lol) note our basketball post in the shot lol

sorry its post like this but I dont know how to change it lol if you click on it and slide across you can see how big the fire was.....


The heat was something like I aint never felt before, I could feel me hair frazzling and my skin burning........ with that I was rugby tackled to the floor by this third fireman where he just kept says sorry sorry you cant you just cant........ well, as a kid I was a bit of a scrapper and that night I had not forgotten any of it....... I fought this fireman as if my very soul depended on it....... screaming my son is in that caravan, Im crying and fighting and kicking and he is holding me so tight face to face and he to is crying....... and he wont let me go, he now has me in a bear hug face to face with him and I knew that I just couldnot do nuffin so I just slumped in his safe arm..........

You still with me?.........

All the houses had to evacuate cos of the gas bottles blowing up and the garages with the cars in blowing....... the fireman still wouldnt let me go, but turned round and walked back to the house, talking in my ear all the time..... trying to calm me down, by then I was calm but I was in shock, I thought my Tom had been burnt alive in our caravan........

Ok....... everyone is out in the street so that the fireman could do what they had to do....... when Blakes car pulls up and my Tom and his mate Blake step out and ask WTF is going on........ that is when it was a good job that the fireman had not let me loose from his bear hug..... cos that was it, I just blanked out....... shock I think? relief?........

I dont remember to much more of that night......... I know the fireman were there for the best part of 4 hours....... I know that the fireman came in and made tea for everyone in me kitchen......

I do know that if it had been the weekend before, that my Sam and Jacob would of been asleep in the caravan as a weekend treat, and they surely would of been burnt alive.....

I know the devastation the next morning when I walked down the garden to find just the chassis of the caravan left, all the fences burnt down, me neighbours garage with his 2 vintage cars and all his antique clocks in it burnt to the ground, the other neighbours garage was just as bad, but at least his cars were not in there.........

You see......... I thought my boy was in that burning fire, and I would of run into those flames as sure as I sit here and type this........and that fireman knew, he knew........

Someone had set light to me caravan on purpose, someone that had a grudge against my Tom, someone that meant to scare him........ someone that made a HUGE mistake that night.........

It was the biggest bloody fire this village had ever had, except for when Farmer Knobes barn burnt down just past creech woods that time........

Even thought the coppers couldnt place blame on who did this, even though they knew who it was, they just couldnt nail them...... they also know that we know, the blokes that did it also know that I KNOW..... I will abide my time.... :)

THINGS LIKE THIS MAKE ME REALISE JUST HOW TOTALLY ALONE I AM....... I did ring me X that night cos my lads were all so scared and in shock...... and ya know what he said........ he said....... what ya ringing me for? nuff said.....

Anyways if you have read this far then ya mad LMFAO........

So you see........ I suppose me neighbours last Sundee had a right to be paranoid, just a little lol......... but the twat neighbour whose garage burnt down with his vintage cars in it, didnt speak to me for nigh on a year, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT YA TOSSER.......... but ya know what, a year later his wifey told me that they was well chufted cos they well made a killing on their insurance claim........ and that I had actually done them a favour cos it got them out of a bit of debt........ I SAID, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT........... gawd some people.... just dont get it.......

So the pikie fire we had at the weekend caused a few feathers to ruffle and I dont mean Janets :)

much to much Twaddle for a Tuesday.....

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