Our trip to my erstwhile home was surprisingly placid this year. There were no hiccups and, for the most part, everything ran smoothly. We arrived home at 10:18 AM on Thursday and, in entering our building, noticed a faint smell of smoke, as if someone had left the toast in for too long. We thought nothing of it, until this morning when a friend sent this photo and asked if we were okay:

Turns out, there was a fire in one of the flats and three fire engines ...