What can I say about a day that began at 2.00 this morning, when the burglar alarm firm who guard LCM’s workshop phoned to tell me that the alarm was going off and the police were on their way?
LCM was away, and not contactable…Nor were any of the keyholders who actually live in the village, so I tottered out of bed and drove the 20 miles to our old home, armed with assorted unidentified keys which I hoped might do the trick (LCM, of course, having his keys with him).
At the workshop, I met up with 2 charming policemen (yes, really) and together we worked our way through all the spare keys in the Fleming family key pot, till we found a set that opened the back door of the barn. Then it was just a simple matter of establishing that we couldn’t turn the lights on because something had tripped the electricity system and whatever we did it refused to behave. The alarm system, convinced it had been tampered with by evil ne'er-do-wells, was not about to lie down and go back to sleep, so having tried evhery possible solution (and those are hard to come up with when half asleep, in the dark, with an alarm ringing in your ears) so we had to give it best, pray that the backup batteries were short-lived, and retire crushed.
Thank God that the clocks went back last night, allowing at least one hour of sleep to be reclaimed before Sunday started in earnest.