It wasn’t my fault

The holiday home, where we were staying, burnt down last week. Suprisingly it wasn’t my fault. The neighbours chimney caught fire. We were fast asleep and the neightbours kindly knocked on our door and didn’t let us burn to death. We all escaped unharmed. The next day we had to fuck around at the police station and then we drove home. The housekeeper has been going through the “what if” scenarios in her head. I see it as an excellent opportunity to stitch up the insurance company.

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