It is Sunday morning and I would have liked to sleep a bit longer. I woke up at 6 am when the house alarm next door set off. Nightmare. Initially, I didn’t know what it was. Is it something in my house? You see, the dishwasher beeps when my plates are supposed to be clean. My oven beeps too, all the time: when it has reached the right temperature, when the food is ready… I hate it. But this was different. Persistent. It sounded a little bit like a lorry trying to back up on the small street I live on. And the lorry seemed to be stuck. It couldn’t get out. Hubby woke up too and after careful investigation found out that the nasty sound was coming from the house next door. Investigating the origin of the sound was way too hard for me. At 6am all I can manage is to be half asleep and in a bad mood.
Eventually it stopped. Phew. Darn it, 10 minutes later, a car alarm went off. It looks like we are doomed today. Come on, where does this love of alarms come from? We live a hundred yards from a police station but everybody seems to have state-of-the-art alarms. Anyone trying to break into a car or a house on our street would be noticed and arrested within minutes. What is the point of alarms? Is it for the insurance? I don’t get it.
Why are we so afraid ? Why do we need alarms all the time? In France, we never had any alarms and were never burgled. Maybe we were just lucky. I think that it is more because we had good locks. That said, in my small village, we never closed the door. That’s just the way it was. Things have changed, I suppose.
Anyway, on the bright side my daughters didn’t wake up (bless them) and in a few hours we are off to….New York. I am finally getting my New York fix. Not that it will be quieter, but at least it will be in New York!
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London