Busy on the roads today. I had to wait for four cows and a duck to cross the road as I was driving down the long lane into the Village.
Five thirty am, I am standing in the kitchen crafting a sandwich for my school lunch when the alarm system starts shrilling. Mr FD starts shrilling from the bedroom, “What are you doing out there?”, which I ignore as I go to the control panel and start pressing numbers. Poor Augie dog hides in a far corner of the garage.
Son crawls from his room and takes over the control panel. We decide it is the fire alarm, but nothing is burning. I hadn’t even made toast.
Half an hour later the alarm is still screaming, so Mr FD phones the electrician who lives two houses away. His wife answers the phone with “The alarm, right?” before handing over to her husband.
No one came to check if we were burning in our beds.