On the hunt for funny me stories. Reminded of a good one tonight:
We had just moved into the new house, and an octogenarian electrician had been around that day to change things that the owner-builder had installed himself. Needless to say, I was a bit concerned. It was either just as I was about to drop off to sleep, or I had been asleep for a short time, that I realised I could smell a wisp of smoke. As time went on, the smell grew stronger. As the smell grew stronger, so did my concern. I became worried that something had happened in the roof cavity and the house was essentially on fire.
So I went and woke up K. "Can you smell that? I think we might have a problem with the house."
So K gets up and we're wandering around the house, trying to sniff out the source of the problem. The smell was clearly strongest around my room, and eventually, we traced it back to H's study. H was in his study when we both came traipsing in, with our noses in the air, sniffing. I don't know what he thought. I got more and more worried as time went on. Anyway, neither of us could determine the source until K realises something. She goes over and has a sniff, and has worked it out. She calls me over, and my heart was in my throat, thinking that the house was on fire.
Lo and behold, the smell was H who had been outside sneaking a cigar.
And we're still laughing about it today! :) "The house is on fire! The house is on fire!" hehehehehehe