I was outside on the porch last night.
My wife and I were enjoying a cup of Tim Hortons Cappuccino and looking at the stars. It was such a quiet night, that both of us couldn’t resist enjoying it. Every one of us sat there chatting about how nice it was to spend a day picnicking with our kids. All of a sudden, my wife’s eyep widened and she tightened her hold on my hand. There was a loud boom and fire split the night sky. I realized the fire looked love it was coming from the direction of our son’s house. Every one of us got in the motorcar and headed toward the fire. My kid was walking down the street with our grandson in tow. She told us she had just pulled into the driveway when she heard the blast. It was a cool night and the furnace had turned on. She had no method what happened, or why, but she knew the furnace had exploded before they could get into the house. They were going to come over to the home and stay for a while, however they had to wait for the fire supplier to get the fire out. She had her phone in her hand and she was just getting ready to call us when both of us drove up. When the fire supplier had the fire out, the fire chief came over to us. She said there must have been a gas leak. When the furnace turned on, there was an explosion. She asked if both of us needed anything before they left. My kid called the insurance supplier and then she call her wife. She told her what happened and said they would be at our house. She could meet us there when she got home.