Before the fire department arrived, the fire was moving down the hill towards our house (we're next to the roofs in the photo), and the wind was picking up, so I was outside, dragging hoses out, getting them hooked up, just in case. It's 100+ outside, and I'm running around, and my father? He's hanging out the window whining at me because he wants to take a picture and can't get mum's camera to work?!?!?! The hell! He's an idiot.
The fire is now under control, but it eventually engulfed the house (it seemed to start under the car port/deck area at the edge of the property, and they're currently spraying foam on it. I thank God today was not really windy (80mph gusts last week) (there's a reason they call this the Hurricane Valley) and that it didn't catch more homes on fire, and that we have a tile roof and stucco siding. I hate fire. My most vivid memory as a child was the first Oakland/Berkeley Hills fire when I was 7. I remember several kids in my school, one in my class, lost everything. Now I need to calm down a bit. I'm still feeling a little freaked.
Later: oh, yeah, how could I forget. The idiots who all came to watch the fire, talking up limited road space so the fire trucks couldn't get up the cul-de-sacs below the fire to fight the fire from below. I swear, the stupidity of some people!