The day after I realised one of the smoke/CO detectors died, another one died.
Fuck, they are dropping like flies.
Were they all born in the same week, to die in the same week? Maybe.
Anyway, with surviving detectors and the purchase of new CO alarms, the house is covered. I bought three new alarms for about half the price of the antique mentioned in last week's blog post.
How did the new alarm go down with the population? I received a complaint.
"That's noisy."
"Of course it's fucking noisy, it's a fucking alarm. It's supposed to scare you into running away from the source of death."
Just sayin'.
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