London's burning, London's burning......

 Ah, yea fellow elves, we are in mortal peril.

Last week, Kingsway (no, not a drunk monarch, the busy road in Central London) caught fire. Literally. There was a gas main underneath the road, which ignited when an electrical spark decided to escape.

Businesses were shut, libraries evacuated, and we saw some pretty cool fire engines out on the roads, looking butch.

The roads were full of official-looking people in bright jackets, either as a safety measure or a fashion statement.

So what did Londoners do whilst their lives were in potential peril?

They stood around and watched.

And took pictures (like your good elf here did).

And moved closer to the fire to check it out like it was the hottest thing since the last pavement fire.

The smoke was blowing all over the very centre of London - this is the view from outside the Royal Courts of Justice. It isn't fog, and those aren't all clouds.

The smell was like sulphur mixed with Uncle Elfard's farts. I was about to put a knitted scarf over my face to keep out the fumes before realising that I myself am knitted.

So convenient!

Oh, and by the way, the road's still closed.

Enjoy your journey.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis