A couple of years ago the landlady had to have some electrical work carried out on the house and there are new regulations which state that rented properties have to have fire alarms installed. So the elctrician put one downstairs and one upstairs.
Now I don't mind because I'm all for safety precautions and I used to have battery operated ones anyway. These wretched things are an absolute pest because they go off at the least little thing and I'm sure it's not smoke, but smell that they react to.
I only have to put a couple of slices of bread under the grill and the one in the hall starts screaming before the bread has even turned a pale shade of brown. The biggest problem is that I can't shut the kitchen door so that the wretched thing doesn't get a whiff of my toast and end up waking all the neighbours within a hundred yard radius.
As for grilling meat, fish or anything else, that's out of the question altogether. At least with the battery operated one, I could take it off the wall and put it under a cushion while I grilled food and then replace it when I had finished.
The other thing that sets it off is when I have cleaned the ovens, even if I only use soap and water on a scourer. I daren't let them get too splattered with grease as I feel sure that will get them going too.
One of these days I might be tempted to knock the darned things off the ceiling but the problem is, I can't reach. Perhaps I need to find a very tall boyfriend instead!!!
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