evening capers

shortly after putting a tuckered out little percy to bed last nite paul and i were annoyed to hear one of our neighbours fire alarms continuously sounding. we said to each other, no-one can burn dinner for that long. upon investigation we discovered it was the townhouse immediately to our north that has recently sold and is vacant. what to do? can we break in and smash it with a baseball bat? not really as we don't own a baseball bat.

the new owners had a painter in yesterday who obviously either painted over one the fire alarms or used a paint so toxic the fumes leaching off it set the alarm off. i suspect the latter as the alarm didn't start 'til approximately 7:30pm, well after the painters had left. by 8:30pm both us and the neighbours to the other side had called the real estate agent asking them to get the owner to do something about it. a number of telephone calls later the painter was apparently on his way back -from castle hill! with the only set of keys to disarm the fire alarm. the thing about the fire alarms in our townhouses is that they are wired into the mains and then have a battery back up. i'm not convinced the painter could have solved this problem. as it turned out someone else had obviously got sick of the alarm and called the fire brigade. the boys in their big, shiny, red truck pulled up around 9:50pm. they quickly set a ladder up, cracked open the upstairs bedroom window, climbed in and disabled the alarm. ahhhhhhhh.....
and oooooooo...... firies....... is there a rule about them being scrumtious?
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sorry, where was i?!
yes, alarm off, us to bed way past our bed time which was doubly unfortunate as paul is quite sick and needs his rest.


p.s. percy slept thru the lot! right thru to 6am.

(and the fucking painter never showed up at all)