I must admit I'm rather fond of that one myself ;-)  I can probably do it without needing the written words now.

When I first entered my current apartment, I was unpleasantly surprised by a roach infestation in the kitchen. So I called the housing association and told them that was not what I'd signed up for and asked them to get an exterminator in to deal with the pests. Couldn't do anything in the bloody apartment for a whole month, so I asked my rent back for that month. When they weren't willing to do that, AND sent me the exterminator bill, I asked my then nurse to make them see sense. She did. I didn't have to pay the bill and got my month's rent refunded.

It took me a year (or maybe even longer) to sort of get over it. Still, just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine again. I hope I'll never have to see another roach in my life. Bloody pests.

Thankfully, I have zero experience with housefires, and I certainly hope to keep it that way.

You may be surprised just how well books survive a fire, especially if closely packed.  But water damage from the fire engine and smoke damage may render them too obnoxious to use even if rescued.

Been a bit too hot for the Polar Bear Today.  Been flopping around in nothing but shorts.

Put on a loose shirt at about half past seven this evening to go to the shops and it was distinctly soggy by the time I got back half an hour later.  Yuk ;-(