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Technical Strategy
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Rebuilding
Left to my own devices for a couple of weeks I come up with Olympic nutritionists, theme songs and holographic displays. When Spyder turns up in his fire engine, I try to persuade him that itâs not really smoke billowing from the windows, just flavoursome Oriental incense. And when he points to the flames leaping over the fence, I tell him thatâs just the good-luck dragon in the garden. As the fire rips through the second storey, Jack zooms past in his chopper and drops the foam payload.
Reality check.
I look up at the charred skeleton masquerading as a house, and cover my nose as I stutter-step through the still sizzling carcass. Shattered glass, melted plastic and blackened walls. The fumes are sharp, the wafting smoke thick. When I reach the study the door is closed. With a deep breath and a silent prayer, I push the door open, walk through and⦠marvel that everything is intact, untouched and in itâs place. Then I remember the time that Jack, with a prescient glint in his eye, regaled me on the merits of flame-retardant materials and reinforced doors.
I call the construction company and tell them to bring the scaffold back.
Left to my own devices for a couple of weeks I come up with Olympic nutritionists, theme songs and holographic displays. When Spyder turns up in his fire engine, I try to persuade him that itâs not really smoke billowing from the windows, just flavoursome Oriental incense. And when he points to the flames leaping over the fence, I tell him thatâs just the good-luck dragon in the garden. As the fire rips through the second storey, Jack zooms past in his chopper and drops the foam payload.
Reality check.
I look up at the charred skeleton masquerading as a house, and cover my nose as I stutter-step through the still sizzling carcass. Shattered glass, melted plastic and blackened walls. The fumes are sharp, the wafting smoke thick. When I reach the study the door is closed. With a deep breath and a silent prayer, I push the door open, walk through and⦠marvel that everything is intact, untouched and in itâs place. Then I remember the time that Jack, with a prescient glint in his eye, regaled me on the merits of flame-retardant materials and reinforced doors.
I call the construction company and tell them to bring the scaffold back.