It's been a long few weeks with many late (post-midnight) nights in the office. On Monday night I got home at a reasonable hour and thought I'd be able to catch up on the sleep I've been missing over the past, oh, four months or so. Currie in her kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winters' nap, when all of a sudden (well, not sudden, at 2 a.m.), there arose such a clatter, we sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
It was some scary faceless entity, buzzing my flat. And I have one of those totally intrusive, scare the bejezus out of you buzzers. Currie cowered under the bed while I somewhat hesitantly answered the intercom, but no one said a word. They continued to buzz. For about two hours. I resorted to screaming out the front windows, craning to see who it was, to no avail. Finally, around 4, I called the police. When they arrived, there was no one there, but the iron gate (arch-nemesis of Gategate 2008) had been broken open with a hammer or crowbar or some such object. That was reassuring.
So much for sleep...I was probably better off at the office.
It was some scary faceless entity, buzzing my flat. And I have one of those totally intrusive, scare the bejezus out of you buzzers. Currie cowered under the bed while I somewhat hesitantly answered the intercom, but no one said a word. They continued to buzz. For about two hours. I resorted to screaming out the front windows, craning to see who it was, to no avail. Finally, around 4, I called the police. When they arrived, there was no one there, but the iron gate (arch-nemesis of Gategate 2008) had been broken open with a hammer or crowbar or some such object. That was reassuring.
So much for sleep...I was probably better off at the office.