Holy Smoke

September 7, 2010 | Leave a Comment

So there we were, all tucked up in bed on Saturday night, enjoying our slumber, when the stillness of the house was shattered by a piercing siren and a stentorian voice announcing “Fire, Fire ! Leave the building immediately. Fire, Fire !”. If you haven’t heard our alarm, let me tell you it’s darned impressive. Although if you’re groggy from sleep and have had a few glasses of wine it can be disconcerting, to say the least, when it wakes you in the middle of the night.
It’s good to know that the alarm is effective, but a little annoying when you realize that you have been woken up at 2AM for no cause other than a faulty smoke alarm. And then there’s the mad rush to find the phone so that when the alarm monitoring company call before despatching the fire brigade we can tell them it’s just a false alarm. In retrospect, of course, we were delighted that there was no actual fire in progress, and happy that, faulty sensor or not, the system works as designed.
Unfortunately, Orla gets freaked out by the alarm, so she was not a happy camper. Even more so when, back in bed and just nodding off, the alarm goes off again a second time a half hour later.
Because we didn’t get around to cleaning the detector – you know how it is, things cropping up during the day and keeping us busy – the same thing happened on Monday morning. For once, Murphy’s law didn’t interrupt our sleep; we were glad the alarm had the decency to wait until close to breakfast time before waking us. Nonetheless, we’d had enough and made sure we disassembled the smoke detector. Because of the long weekend the service technician couldn’t come to us until Tuesday, but on Monday night one glance at the remnants of the smoke detector was enough to reassure us that we’d get a good night’s sleep.


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