Last Friday when I left work, there was a group of people standing around and watching something up the hill. Looking to see what they were so interested in, I saw that the bushes next to another building were on fire. Not just smouldering, but actual visible flames a foot or so high.
There was another little knot of spectators at the top of the hill, so I ambled up to take my place as Designated Gawker #5. I could hear sirens approaching, and before long a fire truck pulled up and firemen hopped out and started spraying down the bushes. Once it was out, they stood around talking with someone who I imagine was in charge of the office complex, but that wasn’t nearly as interesting so us rubberneckers all wandered off.
The building was undamaged, but the decorative shrubbery was a loss.