The Great Fire of London started today, in 1666. In Pudding Lane. Speculation as to the cause ended up concluding that it was because a baker, Thomas Farriner, forgot to put his oven fire out properly last night.
A simple minded French watch maker (Robert Hubert) claimed he’d started the fire. He said he was an agent of the pope. He was arrested, quickly tried and hanged at Tyburn. A short while later, it was shown he hadn’t arrived in London until two days after the fire. Silly man.
While the Great Fire started in Pudding Lane, it ended at Pye Corner. This was evidence, some said, that the fire was God’s retribution for the sin of gluttony. You have to love the religious. Given pudding is a dessert and pie is a main course, I reckon it was Dionysian retribution for having food in the wrong order.
While Farriner and his family survived the fire, nothing is known about his bread. Hopefully he didn’t generally burn it.
There was no fire in the extension today. There was supposed to be but the guy who is fitting the stealth was ‘let down by someone’ and won’t be here until Thursday now. As it turns out, that was probably for the best because he would have been in Mark the Tiler’s way while fitting the gas line.
Given he wasn’t in anyone’s way, Mark managed to finish the terrace and the bathroom. All laid and grouted and looking beautiful. It’s quite difficult getting a photo of the whole thing (particularly with the sun coming over the top of the house) so I’ve uploaded a little video onto Flickr. However, here’s a photo anyway.
Meanwhile, Karl ploughed on, finishing all the door handles and (finally) connecting the downpipes. It wasn’t easy in the gap between us and the Crazies but he’s only a skinny fella…he managed to do some from the top of the fence.
The loneliness of downpipe fitting
The extra bits for the kitchen turned up, ready for Lee to fit them on Thursday, which means we’ll finally have doors on the fridge/freezer, apart from anything else.
Not really any funny puppy stories today except that Day-z still appears to be scared of the terrace. Stupid dog.
