I always knew I wanted to be a fire-fighter. My fireman Sam outfit was my favourite.
I made it of course, there was never any doubt. The first time I was called out was a chip pan fire, alright, nothing to dramatic I managed to put it out with minimal damage, it only took 3 months to repair the cupboards, work surfaces and floor. My most memorable call out was to an office fire, we saved everybody’s life carrying them out through the window; the three I dropped only sustained broken bones. I tried hard to bring that cat down from the tree, it wasn’t my fault I suddenly developed a fear of heights and had to be rescued.
I don’t like working nights anyway, I haven’t played pool, cards or dominos once since I’ve been here. I have a tinge of sadness as I walk away clutching my P45.