In november 2004 i had a guy come over to clear my garden and burn all the rubbish and over hanging branches he cut off the tree’s that summer. while gathering all the wood and branches, then building a bonfire ready to burn it all on, i made some lunch and got him a beer. at about 2pm it was time to start the fire and he brought a gallon of petrol with him, to make sure it would burn.

He started the fire with paper but it didn’t really catch alight very well, so he took the top of the petrol and splashed some over the fire and it went whoosh and started to burn the rubbish but didn’t burn for long.

i asked if he wanted another beer and went to fetch one for him, and he was on the other side of the fire poking it about, when he asked me to pass him the petrol can.

When i passed him the petrol can, some of it splashed out on his arm and leg and on the ground too, only about 1/2 a cup full at most. He didn’t seem to mind and then started to splash more petrol on the fire and whoosh it went again, only this time it went whoosh up his leg and then his arm. when he seen it he started running but didn’t throw away the petrol can so was splashing more of it on himself as he ran around the garden screaming.

I screamed out “jump in the fish pond” and pointed to next doors pond, but he didn’t look where i pointed and jumped into my pond, which was a split level pond of 6 foot deep, 4 foot deep and 1 foot deep, only it had been pumped out the day before for cleaning so only had 6 inches of water in it in the deep end, where he jumped in hoping to make a big splash and put out the flames.

poor guy jumped into the 6 foot end, only to find 6 inches of water in it. he broke his ankle and an arm, but was able to roll around in the muddy 6 inches of water to put the flames out.

he never did come to finish my garden after that.

boys playing with fire.

bitchslapped by sammie