Lost and falling

The fence at the front of the garden in my childhood home was broken. The top half kept leaning over, so I tried to fix it and ended up falling head over heels over the fence. I gave up on that bit of fence and started decorating another part, weaving flowers and grass through the wire. My current neighbours were in the driveway telling us we needed to leave. The fence could wait.
I was at a restaurant when the explosion happened. Three of the waiters had to swim to the side after the explosion, all luckily competent swimmers. Everyone was quite shocked.
A man at a table out the front of the restaurant was asking me for something, but he was speaking Italian and I couldn’t understand, I told him I spoke French, so he tried that but spoke so quickly I was still lost.