It’s all fun and games until someone ruptures a gas line.

The work crew was busy digging early this morning. Fiber optic cable installation for the phone lines I was told later. Something to do with the sewer (judging from the smell) I incorrectly assumed as we stepped out to walk the dogs.

We made it down the street before the fire truck arrived.

By the time we circled the block, the police were not letting anyone through.

We sat in the shade with the dogs and hoped the house (cats still inside) wasn’t about to blow. It was not likely to, according to the nice young man from the gas company who brought us bottles of water, but it was nerve wracking to watch all the same.

It was all quite exciting in a dread filled way and we were relieved when order was (rather quickly) restored.

We thanked our lucky stars that it all worked out and that we were not on the receiving end of the dreaded question we heard being posed as we walked back inside: “OK. Who’s going to fill out the paperwork….?”