Within minutes the fire alarm started ringing. “What the hell?” The bell is not in the hall, it is right above the beds. You can’t fail to hear it – you can’t hear anything else.
Instinctively I just grab my shoes, keys and wallet off the table while Ping is wandering around. “You can’t tell it is a test Ping, just get some clothes on and let’s go.”
We stumble out into the hallway and some people are at their doors and look out bleary-eyed and then slam them shut – nice.
Ping is looking for something, “We haven’t got time for it – let’s go!”
“Ok, ok.” She replies, smiling.
We end up walking down the stairs and more people start coming out of their rooms, obviously they were sure this must have been a mistake, or they had a few in the bar earlier.
As we make our way into the lobby there are people in green hi-vis vests directing people outside into the carpark where we all gather in various states of dress… many smoking.
The fire brigade turn-up, lights and horns going and search the place to report back that the obvious lack of flames and smoke do indicate that there is nothing wrong – we try to get back to sleep. Phoebe has other ideas and has very loud dreams about biscuits, drawing and going out all night – 8am comes far to early.
Thankfully I check my emails early and findout that ADSL has been installed at the flat a day early – no drive to work.