the basement is flooded.

"Sweetie quick, get out of the house, Ernest come with us and call the firefighter with your phone, tells them there's chemicals " she screams dragging us on the street.

I don't understand her frantic attitude and her dialogue with the fire brigade.

"So your husband is an engineer? He has a small workshop in the basement and you spilled chemicals doing laundry?" Asks a firefighter.

"We'll the dryer made a bottle of bleach fall on a bag of lye, the heat generated made the plastic waterpipe melt, then when the water rose it broke the bottles of my husband chemicals." She says

"There are lethal emanations in there now, you are lucky you got out so quick." He replies looking her straight in ...

Her boobs! She is standing fully naked in front of him. I'm standing near Ernest wrapped in one of those foil blankets.(they took my apron out of a safety protocol when we had an emmergency shower.)

Ernest too only has one of these wrapped aroung his waist.(with a big tent in the front.)

Most of my clothes were in the basement but some of my old stuff his still in my room and the door was closed.

"Mister could someone go pick some of my clothes in my room?" I ask him.

"Oh they will, but we can't give them to you." He replies. "The toxic vapours will get in the fibers of all fabric in this house and make them toxic. As we don't know the exact mix of chemicals it's impossible to clean them. Every item that could be tzinted will be bagged for incineration."

"Wait all the fabric but that's all our clothes and stuff in here!" I cry.

"You should have been more careful when storing chemicals. Mrs Jones do you have a place to stay ? The house will take at least a month to decontaminate." He asks.