Of to bed I go, tired.
Had spent the day trying to get the car started. It did finally.
3am in the morning, my security system goes off. What the F, goes me.turn on the light, no power. Cannot think straight.
Where is a torch, Ah one next to the bed. Mmm flat battery. OK, I have a torch in my hand bag that I know works. My hand bag is in my lounge room. I go and get it.
Fortunately I seem to know where I have left my hand bag most of the time
Go to the security command centre. Makes no sense to me, try turning it on and off. Doesn't do diddly. I think I'd better call the monitoring people. Oh the phones dead, Ahh no power no phone.
Get my mobile (cell). Ahh what's the number. Oh it's on the warning sign in the front window. Of I go, standing in the front garden, torch on to see the sign and paging into my mobile. My neighbour (who moved in a couple of weeks ago)
and I've met her once, opens her door, sees me and comes over saying her power has gone off. Cindy realises she is standing on the front lawn, with a torch, a mobile and a neighbour, and I'm wearing a very cute blue nylon shorty nightie.
Neighbour seems to suddenly realise that she has not met Cindy before, and who is this person holding a torch, a mobile and wearing a very cute nightie standing in the front garden at 3 am in the morning.
Neighbour retreats to safety of her home.
Cindy phones the security service before the entire street meets me in the front garden.
Hi what's your password, nice sounding youngish guy. I happen to remember it. A plus
. 'What's the problem? My security alarms have gone off, I think it's because I've got a power outage. "Yes it is he says. and hangs up"
Ah Cindy has a rational moment and thinks that murder and torture should be legalised.
She phones back, same guy, same password, What's the problem. 'How do I turn the F, F, OFF. 'Oh, I'm not sure I only started this week.
Immediately I'm filled with confidence.
My security system is deafening me. No one has checked up on me. My neighbour has suddenly realised a crazed sex fiend lives next door, and I'm in contact with a person with an IQ of a tadpole.
Try *2 ok, that didn't do anything. Ok try *7, the whole siren system goes off. 180 decibels of horn and alarm. I hit it again and it stops. It was so loud I feel ill. The main alarm was above my head.
I've lost my glasses and find them, still with a torch in one hand mobile in the other and an idiot at each end of it. I'm not sure what to do I'll contact my supervisor and call you back. Sudden;y I realise the tadpole was a better choice.
I wonder what will happen if I hit the mute button?
Ahh it stops.
Cindy thinks that reading the collective works of a tadpole will improve her education to no end.
Stagger back to bed and pass out.
Morning arrives again, a refreshing cup of tea raises one problem. How to approach my next door neighbour?
And then.
The car won't start.
Hugs
Cindy
