Day 44 - Beep

I arrived home following a day in Leeds last night at around midnight, greeted by a sharp beep sounding from the fire alarm every 15-20 seconds. It is now twelve hours later. Still it beeps. Fortunately I was exhausted enough to managed to get to sleep despite its persistent and harsh character slicing my eardrums.

I'm not so masculinly (don't care if it's a word or not) inept as to be unaware that this means the batteries need replacing, so at around 1am I made some sort of attempt to resolve the issue, using a table from the spare room to precariously reach anxiously over certain death lying beneath me in the form of an unapologetic staircase. Unable to de-claw the alarm from it's unyielding fist clutching tightly to my ceiling, my stoicism was cruelly unrewarded. You win this round alarm.

Still it beeps.

It probably isn't wise to act rashly so I now await the return of my housemates, not necessarily expecting the correct resolution, but at least if we all agree on something which backfires the blame is not solely on me. It's nice to distribute idiocy rather than concentrate it, unless you want to bully someone, then the more concentrated the better. But I'm not looking to bully me and even if I was that wouldn't stop the beeping and this digression is becoming more and more irrelevant with every word and so suggesting I've probably ran out of things to say and so I will end this here.