Alarm!

All was quiet last night as Dot was preparing our dinner, Max was watching dinosaurs, Rebecca was in cyberspace, and I was reading a book. Suddenly our fire alarm went off because it didn't like the smell emanating from gently grilling lamb chops. Nor would it stop when we opened doors to let the fumes escape. The only thing that worked was Beck standing on a chair fanning the alarm with a straw hat. That was too good a picture to miss. For the record, the house is still standing.



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