Last night, I was walking to my apartment building. There were fire trucks there. I found out that they were responding to a call from my floor, which is not what anyone wants to hear. Well, that, I thought, would cut my stay in England pretty damn short. It turned out to be a gas leak, except that it wasn't. It was really, a badly plugged up toilet. But they had to break down one of the flat doors to find that out.