This is a plastering story but it's relevant for anyone who uses dustsheets. A friend was having their ground floor kitchen replastered. The friend's wife was working in the home office upstairs and thought she could smell gas. She went downstairs to investigate and found the plasterer's lad busy working while the boss was outside on the balcony talking on his mobile. The smell of gas was overpowering but the lad couldn't hear what she was saying because the radio was on. Eventually her shouting alerted the boss who came in, smelt the gas, rushed over to the hob and pulled off the plastic sheet. Underneath, one of the knobs had been accidentally turned on and gas was merrily gushing forth.
Easily done, I guess, but goodness knows what would have happened if either of them had fancied a smoke.
Easily done, I guess, but goodness knows what would have happened if either of them had fancied a smoke.