Sean the pyro

Sean finally showed up for duty yesterday morning at 8:45. Forty-five minutes late, but at least he showed. When he didn't come Friday morning, Tim went and told him he had one last chance before we got the police involved. Sean apologized AGAIN for messing us around and explained that the reason he hadn't showed up yet is that he smokes weed and if he was at our house all day he wouldn't be able to do that. Are you kidding me?

So he came ready to work yesterday morning, and Tim started a fire in the back to help get rid of a bunch of wood that had been left by the previous owner of the house. Admittedly that was not the brightest move on Tim's part. Even less wise was to then leave Sean with a list of things to do and strict instructions to not add any more wood to the fire while we went out for a few hours. But hey, the Davieses are trusting folk.

Tim decided to ask a neighbor to check on the boy after about an hour, and Jon quickly called back to say "You better get back here." Sean had added ALL of the wood to the fire, and the flames were jumping several feet into the air, melting the plastic roof on our neighbor's shed and completely blackening the brick wall surrounding our garden. We discovered later that he had found an unopened bottle of lighter fluid and used about 90% of it to fan the flames.

Tim was more than a little annoyed when he returned. But in the end, perhaps it was a good thing because it meant that Sean was under careful supervision for the rest of the day, and he and Tim had some good chats about work, football, and fire. At the end of the day he said to Tim that he thought he was going to be really bored working for us but that he'd had a great time. Fancy that.

He showed up on his bike a few hours later and asked if he could borrow a pound that he'd pay back today. He already owes us £130, so what's another pound, eh? Cheeky monkey.