Portentous

Sometimes I sleep naked. Stick with me here, I'm going somewhere, this isn't just blatant internet exhibitionism, nor am I trying to turn peoples stomachs with mental images of my pale skinny naked body.
Anyway, last night was fairly warm, so I gave up on the shorts and crawled into bed without them. K once again expressed incredulity that I could do something so "out there". "What would happen" she said "if there was a fire?". My somewhat flippant response was that I would run proudly into the street and stand in a manly pose, hands on hips as I watched my house burn to the ground. I demonstrated said pose, eliciting chuckles from her.

At 2:15 we were rudely awakened by the smoke alarm going mental in the hall outside our bedroom. It cut off again before I'd made it out of bed and left me with this half awake belief (strong even in the face of K's denials) that it was in fact the alarm clock trying to tell us something. Then the smoke alarm went off again for another few seconds.

A rapid search of the house found no sign of fire or smoke and a glance out the back door confirmed a complete lack of raging fires out there too. Mystified I examined both smoke alarms and found that they both had a red flashing light on them, a new addition from the standard green light which lets us know they are working (they're wired into the mains). After resetting them both we went to bed and slept the rest of the night without being chargrilled, so I think maybe the backup battery has gone flat and this was just its way of letting us know.

Only on getting back into bed did I remember K's prophetic words "What if there's a fire?"

Spooky.