Glad you're OK.
Haha, you rushing back to get them pipes reminded me of a dream I had once: it was the end of the world and the large doors of the church across the street from my old house were closing: anyone going in would be saved; anyone left outside would be dished. Standing in the middle of the street facing the church I remembered a half-full tankard of ale I had placed on the floor, behind the couch to hide it from my mum. The doors were almost closed, only a narrow opening left through which a person could barely slip sideways. And closing. I turned back, looked at the couch and thought of my ale. Closing. Like lightning I sprinted home, jumped tiger-like over the couch, landed curled into a ball, grabbed the tankard and raced to the church! I barely got in and the door slammed shut behind me. I had saved myself AND my ale!