This is my second recent blog about smoke and fire but that's the way life is. This is the view that I get when I leave my flat, on the 10th floor, and wait for the lift to arrive. Except that there is not usually the pall of smoke and one of the helicopters being used to help douse the fire with an under-slung bucket of water. Such was the view last night, when I came home. Thankfully, we don't see too many fires here. I know the flats in the foreground look as though they have been fire-damaged but as far as I can remember they are always that attractive!
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