Kaye and the hunt for the smoke detector

Today I feel bleh.
Probably just a mixture of tiredness and dumb girl hormones, I'm sure it will pass. But it has meant for the past 2 days I have avoided people as much as possible (which is quite hard when you're a teacher :) ). This is probably the dumbest idea, as without other people around I am stuck with myself... which doesn't help when myself is the problem. Hmm. Anyway I'm grateful for lovely friends who make me be social even when I'd rather be under a rock (um maybe a ledge, because otherwise I would have to dig a hole to get under a rock and I really couldn't be bothered) and lovely friends who write beautiful "I miss you" messages on facebook. maww I have the best friends.

Anyway that was a side story. I don't particularly want to delve into the depths of said brain at the moment. Instead here is a nothing-ish story of my adventure with my smoke detector.

Tonight's adventure takes place in my spare room. The smoke detector battery has been going flat for a week or so now (and I forgot, yet again, to get batteries today!). Today it got to that horrible point where it beeps every 40 seconds or so. Once I figured out it wasn't the smoke detector in the entry way that was the problem (this actually took longer than you would think), the search for the spare-room detector began. You see, 4 years ago when I bought my house I changed the batteries in my smoke detectors. But when I took that particular one off the ceiling I broke it. While every other one in the house had a hinge and flipped open, this particular one was a screw on type.

Obviously I must have still changed the battery in it and popped it on the shelf to deal with later.... 4 years on and it was a bit like a game of marco-polo to try and find this detector. As it only beeped every 30-40 seconds, and the sound echoes off walls and the wooden floor it was hilarious trying to track it down. I would wait for it to beep, head towards where I thought it was coming from & wait again. At one point I was sure the sound was coming from the base that is still attached to the ceiling. It took 5 "pip"s for me to find it, on the top shelf behind a wooden duck and a candle holder, and de-battery it. (don't worry everyone, I still have one working smoke detector & I promise I'll buy batteries soon... and maybe even figure out how to re-attach the broken detector...maybe)

Yep that's how adventurous my life gets. I searched for a smoke detector. I think I will go to bed now.