I had a bit of an adventure this morning. You know that lukewarm shower of mine I’ve been raving about? Well, I was using it this morning when suddenly it burst into flames. No shit! My first thought was “Crap, it might be an electric fire and I’m in a shower, if I get water on it I’m gonna blow the school up”. Holding this thought I grabbed my towel and ran about like a madwoman going “Ahhh! Help me! Fire! In the shower! Nooo!”. One of the other GAP volunteers, Vivian, has been staying with me the past week, and on hearing my cries for help, awoke from her deep slumber, donned her fire-lady outfit and grabbed the hose. I ran back into the bathrooms with the headteacher behind me to find the fire was out and the school intact, which I guess means it wasn’t an electric fire after all.

And thusly the day was saved. Well done Viv!

The downside is, I’m back to having a freezing cold shower. It’s still winter. I’m used to it, though.