We once had a house fire. This was my first husband and I, when we lived in a Pennine cottage. We had dogs and cats, and one of the dogs didn't like being left behind when we went out. I went to work in a neighbouring town, my husband went out to do some shopping and the dog apparently threw cushions around and one landed on a little electric fire which may or may not have been left on. Even if it wasn't on it would still have been hot. So....quite a bad fire. The dog was found on the floor above with her face against the bottom of the front door as if she'd been trying to get out or get some air. The cats escaped at the back when the windows blew out.
Later that day a journalist from the local paper arrived. The fire service had informed them without telling us. He stood on the doorstep and told my husband he knew a dog had died and 'how do you feel?' I'll always remember those words. And also my husband's response. Suffice to say, it was very down-to-earth, what you might get from an ex-serviceman. 'How the blankety-blank do you think we feel, how would you blank feel, now blank blank off' and slammed the door in the guy's face. I always thought, that's really the only appropriate response to such a stupid question. Well, how would YOU feel? How does anybody feel?