How alarming

 Good lord the fire alarm is loud. It's gone off five times this morning before 9am on a Sunday, for no apparent reason - making the cat, terrified and big-eyed, cower on the stairs, and me, swearing and heart thumping,  run to shut it off. T on the other hand doesn't appear to have stirred, although he MUST have been woken by it. My ears are still ringing. Bloody bloody bloody thing. 

I bet the immediate neighbours love me. 

I really hope it's sorted itself out now. It's been nearly an hour since it last went off. 

Finished last night: Hostage - Clare Mackintosh