Fuckin' hell!
Sep. 28th, 2005 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansWas woken up at 4:30 in the morning.
By the fire alarm.
Confused the hell out of me. I mean, we just had a fire drill last Friday morning. And that was bad enough, being 7:30 in the morning. I don't know why, but it felt like it went off first in my room. Probably just paranoia because of course the only place I'd hear it before leaving my room is in my room. Still..
For whatever reason, though, I also got the feeling there wasn't actually a fire. (There wasn't.) So I didn't rush about too quickly to throw on some extra clothes--my little nighty and boxers are hardly enough to be wearing out, in the cold, at that time in the morning)--and then, because I heard the wind rustling through the trees, I panicked a bit at the thought it was bloody well raining as well. (It wasnt.) But that meant I had my nice warm leather jacket to lend to poor Little Sarah, who even with her dressing gown and all that was freezing. We were very confused. And rather upset to be woken up so early.
Had three fire trucks show up, just in case. Three! And none of the firemen were even remotely hot, much to Kate's disgust. And where was the faulty smoke alarm that caused all this trouble? Oh, yeah. My room. *grimace* So I didn't get back to bed 'til 5, after all the firemen had disabled my faulty alarm (still have one good one) and left. Took me a while to fall back to sleep. Sometime today they're supposed to come back again to check up on it, figure out just what the hell the problem is.
It's not my fault! (The firemen even said so.)
But I was very careful to keep my door closed when made toast for breakfast this morning.
Fin.
By the fire alarm.
Confused the hell out of me. I mean, we just had a fire drill last Friday morning. And that was bad enough, being 7:30 in the morning. I don't know why, but it felt like it went off first in my room. Probably just paranoia because of course the only place I'd hear it before leaving my room is in my room. Still..
For whatever reason, though, I also got the feeling there wasn't actually a fire. (There wasn't.) So I didn't rush about too quickly to throw on some extra clothes--my little nighty and boxers are hardly enough to be wearing out, in the cold, at that time in the morning)--and then, because I heard the wind rustling through the trees, I panicked a bit at the thought it was bloody well raining as well. (It wasnt.) But that meant I had my nice warm leather jacket to lend to poor Little Sarah, who even with her dressing gown and all that was freezing. We were very confused. And rather upset to be woken up so early.
Had three fire trucks show up, just in case. Three! And none of the firemen were even remotely hot, much to Kate's disgust. And where was the faulty smoke alarm that caused all this trouble? Oh, yeah. My room. *grimace* So I didn't get back to bed 'til 5, after all the firemen had disabled my faulty alarm (still have one good one) and left. Took me a while to fall back to sleep. Sometime today they're supposed to come back again to check up on it, figure out just what the hell the problem is.
It's not my fault! (The firemen even said so.)
But I was very careful to keep my door closed when made toast for breakfast this morning.
Fin.
