ON FIRE!
As I heard the door close and the smoky smell hit the air, I knew it could only mean one thing.
‘Dad’s home!’ I grinned as he came in and sat down to take off his heavy shoes.
His face smudged with soot, he looked exhausted.
‘Hi, love,’ he smiled, as I scurried over to hear all about his latest shift.
It was the summer of 1997, and I was 10.
For as long as I could remember my father Steve, then 35, had been a firefighter.
I never got
