Well, faster than in yesteryear anyway....
Whilst we sat on a beach in Sete, South France, M received a text from her daughter who was on a beach in Barbados. This text was to tell her that the school M teaches in was presently on fire. M was able to inform some of the people in Brentford, less than half a mile from the fire, what was going on.
That in a nutshell is the power of modern communication.
As a footnote, the school is pretty much burnt out but, despite her request to remain in the S of F, she is back in next Monday for start of term. The kids won't go back till the 16th. We went and had a look today and the place was crawling with contractors trying to get it ready. Not bad for a Bank Holiday weekend.
3 comments:
I always used to long for my school to go up in flames...
I hope that no-one was hurt.
Gah! See what happens?! You go away for a week and...
Toffeeapple - It happened at 9:30am and in fact there were children there in the holiday club but everyone got out safely.
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