Twas the night before Christmas and candles were lit…..
I always admire people who do the things that I always say I will do and just never get arounbd to doing. A case in point is my lovely friend Sheila who always has beautifully fragrant candles burning whenever you visit her. ‘Must remember to light mine’ I say to myself every time. I never do.
Well on Christmas Eve I decided I would. What ho, I shall light the candles and create a festive and fragrant and truly beautiful atmosphere.
So there I am dear reader, match box in hand lighting all my lovely candles that have been standing there unlit since, well since the last time they were lit which was actually last Christmas.
Err, this could have been my downfall. As we all know there is a certain thing called dust that has a nasty habbit of accumulating here and there, well here, here, here actually. There was dust on the candles. There was a lot of dust on the candles.
I didn’t notice the dust (it’s a really neat trick I have perfected over the years, I just don’t see dust, it eludes my line of vision) and went on my merry way matches in hand.
It was these particular candles that casued the little problem.
Just as I had finished my stint with the matches and was showing off my handiwork to Idgy to much gasps of appreciation etc, there was a strange and very loud ringing, clanging, nasty, nasty noise. The noise got louder and louder.”Is that the alarm?” shreiked my quick minded daughter.”Don’t be rediculous the alarm’s not switched on” I replied. The noise got louder and I must admit I did start to panic a bit, well just a tad.I finally lurched for the alarm panel and started madly pressing buttons. The phone decided to join in on the ringing and clanging and buzzing noises. I ignore the phone and continue pressing the wrong bloody buttons.
The phone stops and finally so does all the other cacophony. Silence.
Congratulate self on finally remembering code and getting alarm off. Wonder how on earth the alarm could have gone off anyway and it wasn’t even its normal sound which I hear every time I set it. This had been a completely different sort of alarm.
The silence I had just mentioned was broken a minute later by the sound of my mobile ringing urgently. “Are you at home?” asks a male voice. Goodness I think it’s my lucky day. Alas no, it’s the best of Strathclyde fire department ringing to find out why my fire alarm (yes of course the damn thing is hot wired to our local Trumpton) has gone off and why I didn’t answer the phone when they rang.
Apologise profusely and realise the error of my dusty ways.
So when it was the Night Before Christmas in my house, it certainly wasn’t a Silent Night.