Where's the fire, man?

My next door neighbour set off the smoke alarm making toast the other morning and started a full-scale fire alert. 8 minutes later, an engine pulled up outside our sheltered housing complex and three strapping guys got out. We are always pleased to see the Clarkston fire boys. Us old gals take our pleasures where we can.

I got a visit from a fine young man - six foot four, full head of hair and OMG the uniform! just checking all was well chez moi. Could he come in and do a wee safety check? Well, I had that door open before he could say Fireman Sam. 

Now I read on one of my favourite Facebook pages, UK Cop Humour, that fireman are only 'average-looking. I want to scotch that rumour straight away. I suspect there may just be a touch of professional jealousy involved here. Some of you may be served by this lot: 

But here in G46, we can expect a visit from this guy - and several similar-looking colleagues:

Our warden, while appreciating the fun - which she always joins in - has suggested maybe we need to make less toast...