Thursday, May 17, 2012
I love technology but even I was bewildered when we bought our current house to find three fire alarms, one on each floor, which are wired into the mains.
For a relatively small house this seemed a bit over the top. The nearest that we'd previously come to such technological miracles was an electronic egg timer that we'd bought from Lands' End.
Anyway, the other day, one of them started to beep, and after much fiddling and cursing I managed to dismantle it and replace the battery. I can't quite figure out the need for three alarms never mind the need for battery and mains electricity because frankly I'm not so risk averse but so far so good.
At 04.15 this morning, with ne'er a flickering flame in sight, one of the bloody things went off. I say one of them because until my fire-fighting buddy Jan figured it out I was dozily trying to turn off the wrong one. What a racket, what an assault on the senses and needless to say I spent the next thirty minutes in bed worrying and trying to figure out what had set it off.
I need my eight hours of uninterrupted sleep and that little incident made me very grumpy.