The Easter Vigil ended over 39 hours ago and I still haven't come down from the high. It don't think it's just sleep deprivation although my sleep pattern has been bizarre over recent days. Even the fact that England's loss of their current excellent performance is failing to mar it. (Come on Jones)( More coherent description of the Triduum )
This evening, I continue to listen to the test and chat on ICQ (to a variety of people), sort out the SCC folder and start to cook dinner for tomorrow night and start this post (which has taken over 3 hours to write). I boil the lentils dry and burn them thus setting off the fire alarm. I meant to check the water level but become engrossed in writing this post. I leap up, turn the gas off, put water in the pan, open the window wider and go down to silence the alarm. Luckily (or worryingly) the alarm is not connected to college, so I can sort it out. David appears from the downstairs flat and I explain what has happened. I return up stairs leaving the alarm silenced. It continues to bleep periodically. I continue writing this and ICQuing. I wonder if I should call the porters the smoke dectector still has a red light so I guess the alarm will not reset. BUt I can't find the number on the web. David comes up, we talk about what to do to the dectector. Standing on a chair, he finds he can unscrew it, so he blows on it which gets rid of dust and when he replaces it, the light goes out. So I go down to reset the alarm and there is silence. David and I chat and I show him how to work the alarm panel and then notice the instructions for this situation which we have actually followed and this gives the phone numbers I want. It's blindingly obvious by the panel! My next door neighbour returns (the people on the first floor appear to be away) and I explain what's just happen and I learn that the fire exit from my room isn't as mad as it appears. There are only bolts on my side, but there is a point to me getting to his room as he has another hatch in the side wall which must go next door or something. I know far more about the fire precautions here than I did.
[And what does my Greek teacher mean that one cannot use the historic/narrative present in English?]