Madness
So I'm woken at 6:40 in the morning after having worked until 1am by the battery indicator on my smoke alarm. BIP! In fact, it takes a good half hour for the 1/2-second-long BIPs that come at anything from one- to five-minute intervals to become unbearable enough to get me out of bed and before I realise they are coming from INSIDE my apartment, that therefore I'm the one who has to do something about them. Another 15 minutes are spent in my already livid half-sleep establishing that it's not my phone, hairdryer, washing machine, oven - to eventually look up at the ceiling and catch the fucker red-handed. BIP! I don't have any batteries in the house. BIP! The store is 20 minutes walk away and only opens at 8. I don't own a bike. BIP! Asldkjfhalkljhasdglkjh!