#382. Oh boy.
So remember I said I had the smoke alarm replaced on Monday?
Well the new one wouldn't shut up. You'd get half an hour of peace at most and then I'd be swearing loudly and slamming doors and whacking the ceiling and then swearing loudly again once the alarm had shut up. Poor goblins. I had the door closed to their room because the alarm is Scary but I probably wasn't much better. They like me, though. Not the alarm. Me.
So I messaged my support worker after the stupid thing went off at least 5 times overnight. Once, it switched itself off. On the four occasions I did get out of bed, on one of those it waited til I was out of bed and my door closed behind me and the light switched on, then it switched itself off. This comedy routine is writing itself, lol.
So. Once more we had the men back with ladders and drills and we did 3 things - we replaced the alarm that hadn't shut up. We took tape off a sensor in case that was the problem. And, finally, we moved it from the ceiling to above the bathroom door. Still not the easiest place to reach but I can now reach it myself without "unintentionally" putting a hole in the ceiling beating the stuffing out of a smoke alarm.
It's been quiet since. Pure bliss.
On the subject of the goblins, I went in this morning and they were apparently sharing a hidey (miracles will never cease!) but when I said hello one poked his head out the front door and the other out the side door. In unison. I love those two.
So now we have new electric meters, new gas meters, a still working and firing boiler, a finally-working-properly fire alarm, and I only dropped a few pieces of tomato sauce covered pasta all over my shirt. What is it about tomato and pasta that makes everyone look as if they're feeding themselves like a toddler would?