We jumped up in a panic just as the fire alarms (all of them) began to
go off. The kitchen was completely filled with smoke and the guys were running
around opening doors and windows trying to clear the air. Once the smoke was
under control the alarms stopped their incessant bleating and we were able to
determine what had happened. The girl was trying to use what she called a
"gas cooker" and what Matt and I call a blow torch.
Matt and Cynthia (to be continued)
