We were woken up at midnight on Friday night by the sound of our burglar alarm. It’s the first time we’ve heard it go off in the 16 years we’ve lived in our house.
There wasn’t a thief in our midst, an electrical fault somewhere had tripped the power supply, thus setting off the alarm. Thanks to all that early morning networking I do, I had the number of a great electrician, who helped me get the lights back on, but nobody knew the code for the alarm, which was necessary in order to switch it off.
There was no way we could sleep through it – in fact, half the road was having trouble sleeping through it. All I could do was try and guess the code. On my third attempt I got it right and the sweet sound of silence followed.
We still have no power in our kitchen plugs which means no dishwasher, washing machine, dryer etc. And then today, the car had a nervous breakdown. The electrics have gone haywire and the sat nav has decided to speak in Polish.
There’ve been several moments where I felt inclined to moan, then I remembered a friend’s post on Facebook. She has cancer and had written ‘I just want to feel well again.’ I realise how lucky I am to have my health (touch wood) and all the time I feel well, I can’t moan about broken washing machines or misbehaving cars. In the grand scheme of things, they don’t matter at all.
I am so grateful to have my health.