Bleeping bonkers

George W.Bush and Dick Cheney did not have to resort to waterboarding.  Had they only thought to add a malfunctioning smoke alarm to the cells in Gitmo, they could have had a confession from every inmate, pronto.

The smoke alarm in Itchy Ankle has not responded well to the power outage. I came back to the Blarney abode for the first time in a week and it was bleating piteously. So insistent was its cry that I mounted the step ladder to see if I could shut it up. It is not battery operated but hardwired. It has no instructions that I can see (although seeing is difficult because the alarm is hung high in a narrow hallway) and any attempt to reset it just set off the full-throated alarum. It tweets every 30 seconds and can be heard from every room in the house. It is driving me insane.

Hansel has gone to the big city to get his hair did. This could easily be a three day event, so there is no help to be had from that quarter.  Maybe I should just grab the scissors now and sever the smoke alarm’s arteries? Either that, or cut my own…

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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