Another post from the usually very irregular blogger!
What's going on?
Re. last post, cont'd.....
8pm. Izzy..."DAD QUICK, GYPSY'S GOT A MOUSE AND SHE'S GOING TO EAT IT, QUICK DAD, SAVE IT BEFORE IT DIES!!!!!"
Rush out to the utility room where Gypsy has wedged herself behind the freezer, desperately trying to pin down the terrified mouse.
Kev pulls out the freezer. No mouse.
Out come the tumble dryer and washing machine. Still no mouse. Just a few mouse poos.
"It must be under the fridge-freezer!" Out comes the fridge-freezer.
Gypsy pounces on the mouse and goes for a quick sprint around the kitchen, into the dining room and under the sideboard.
Izzy grabs Gypsy, scolds her severely and bans her to the living room.
"Why don't you just let her catch the mouse and take it back outside?" I ask.
"NO THAT'S SO CRUEL, WE HAVE TO SAVE IT!!!!" wails Izzy.
"But that's what cats do, it's natures way Izzy" I tell her but to no avail.....she's on a mouse-saving mission.
The hunt continues. I decide to vacuum up the mouse poo and all the other crap that lurks underneath the utility room appliances.
The seemingly unharmed mouse is eventually found underneath the desk, inside the printer. It's gently set free into the garden where Gypsy was no doubt waiting to reclaim her prey and wondering at our ungrateful reaction towards her gift to us.
2am. Mouse drama long over and everyone fast asleep in bed.
The smoke alarm starts shrieking, waking Kev and I but luckily not the kids.
An investigation finds no smoke, with or without fire.
We slowly doze off to sleep again.
2.30am. Smoke alarm starts again.
Another investigation. No smoke.
Doze off again.
3am. Smoke alarm starts again. Deliberate whether or not to take the batteries out but I'm starting to get a bit paranoid by now. Every room is checked again.
No smoke.
Back to bed.
3.30am. The same all over again.
By now Kev has turned into Mr Angry and pulls smoke alarms from ceilings and swears alot.
4am-ish. Eventually drift off to sleep again.
5.30am. "Brep-bust peese Mammy?"
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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Had the batteries gone?
Don't know yet, they are still dismantled at the moment!
That was really funny!! I felt for you though. Thank you ever so much for helping this afternoon btw....and thank you to Izzy. I was really grateful. I had no idea that all wasn't well until I got home. Thought D was home already!
No worries Sally, you know I'm always home from around three in the afternoon if you ever get stuck!x
You are probably exhausted but we are very well entertained.
It's no fun when the smoke alarms go off. Did you know they actually don't live for ever-I remember going on some fire training and being told at the time they should be replaced after 5yrs (I think it was)so it might be worth checking.
Chrisb
I'll find out if the alarms need changing, they are about five years old so this may be the case.Thanks!
Hey up there! Just been catching up with all your posts. I am afraid that going to work has made me a complete lightweight in the blogging sense. You know by 2022 I will be retired from teaching and claiming a pension I think, so maybe you would like my job?
There is a smoke alarm going beep every 10 minutes or so in the town house. The trouble is though we cant find the bugger. It isnt one of the ones on the ceiling and must be tucked away in a box. We cant even figure out which room....
Meredic!
Even if I could do your job (which I couldn't!), I reckon I will need special care by then!:)
Don't worry about being a lightweight with the blogging.....your posts are always a good read and that's what counts!
Happy Christmas to everyone there Sarah.
I shall have a drink for each of you in turn.....hic!
I hit our smoke alarm one night with the kitchen mop, I was half asleep at the time though lol
My Twaddle post is about a mouse :)
Its been a while since Ive been here, me old computer crashed with everything on it, but found you again by scroll down old Twaddle comments, so now I need a cuppa tea and to sit and read your blob posts.....
x
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