We went to bed on Sunday night, read for a little while (ooh read The Book Thief by by Markus Zusak, it’s narrated by death and is a really good read) and then dozed off. We were jolted awake at midnight by the burglar alarm going off. Not something you want to hear in the middle of the night in Levenshulme. I tried to turn the lamp on and realised that it was another power cut. This is the second one in the last few months.
The problem is that when the power cuts out there’s no way to turn off the alarm without removing the fuse. So for the next 40 minutes we (well, Lord Levy) fiddled around in the cellar trying to turn the thing off. I sat in the back room with Tori (who was whipped up into a state of excitement at the impromptu night goings-on) and Blos who had just received her flea treatment and just wanted a kip.
Finally we got back into bed but I couldn’t sleep with all the alarms going off and Lord Levy snoring like a broken bagpipe. It was not a lighthearted Monday morning.