Sitting on the sofa one night, I felt a vibration in my pocket.
Pulling out my phone, I saw it was from one of the ladies who lived in the block of flats opposite the scout hall, where I was leader.
I’d always been very community minded, and I made it my business to get to know everybody.
‘Hey, what’s up?’ I said as I answered the call.
‘There’s a fire,’ she said in a panic. ‘We have to leave.’
‘What?’ I replied, sitting bolt upright as my husband Paul, 47, looked concerned.
‘Can you come and open up the scout hall?’ she asked. ‘There’s nowhere for us to go.’
‘I’ll be right there,’ I said.
So that night, back in August 2020, Paul and I jumped in our van…
