Wow, forget the bomb squad. It’s not every day an F18 crashes in your area. At least this one wasn’t too near me. Living obliviously alone in my studio all day as I do, I didn’t even find out about the crash until Andy got home.
Mind you, minor details of geography didn’t keep Andy’s dad from emailing to see if we’re still alive. This is the joy of having in-laws in another country. Anything that makes it to the BBC News and happens in San Diego is obviously happening in our living room. Half the time I find out about minor earthquakes when Andy’s Mum phones to find out if we’re still alive…