Delamere Terrace Inferno!

We'd just turned out the lights last night and got into bed when I smelled something funny. At first it seemed like someone was burning incense -- possibly Natalia, who likes that sort of stuff, but a different brand. Then I thought something was burning in the kitchen; maybe the oven had been left on with something inside it. Kevin did a quick check of the apartment while I spied out of our windows; the courtyard was empty and, although you could see a sort of mist hanging by the street lamps, there were no fires.

Then I looked down and saw an ashy pile burning against our building's wall. Kevin stuck his head out of the bathroom window and when I pointed out the fire to him, he ran into the kitchen, got a bucket, filled it with water, and ran downstairs.

I kept a watch on the fire but it didn't seem in any danger of spreading: it looked close to over, and it was on top of a concrete block, near the back door entrance. By the time Kevin got to it, there was only smoke. He poured the water over it and stepped over any smouldering bits. When he got back, he told me it was a pile of newspapers. Why was it there? We have no clue. It could have been started by someone dropping a lit cigarette onto it, or on purpose.