Irre and her.. things

Since Irre doesn't have a blog to write things on, I have to do it for her :> To spread the adventures of her life.
Atleast this one :>
So, once upon a time, there was an Irre sitting on her balcony smoking. Suddenly, she accidently dropped her ciggaret, and as if the gods had made it themselves, the ciggaret blow in on the balcony below her. She peers down and notices that the ciggarett had landed on their neighbors cloth-chairs, and smoke started to rise.
So she ran down as fast as she could, knocking on their door... No answer.
By this time Irre has paniced, running up again, looking down and sees that the chair has started to burn. So she runs in, takes the closest thing nearby. A sausepan, fills it with water and tries to put out the fire whiling hanging over her balcony trying to splat some water over it. After running in and out with more and more water, the fire was finallly out! (just imagine the sight)

Poor Irre xD
She wrote a letter telling their neighbors why they had a half burned chair and half their balcony in water. Apperently they are on veccation or something, becasue she hasn't heard from them yet.

I, who is an aweful friend, thought this was hilarious. xD To bad im not as good as telling it on english as swedish. She called me some minutes later when this had happened. And.. yeah...

So! Ladies and gentlemen. Here is a picture of ... *drums* Irre! (On a balcony, fitting enough) ;>