It's a strange phenomenon, but whenever I get a bit stressed the electrical appliances in the house tend to go a bit haywire. Usually it's just the odd bulb or two blowing. Last week was particularly stressful, mostly due to impending exams. I'm not really one for talking things over and tend to bottle things up a bit, so I guess all the energy has to dissipate through some channel?
Anyway, best friend called round for a cuppa just before the weekend and I had a particularly salacious piece of gossip to impart. BF is quite loud and there was much "No, you're kidding, when was that?" etc. The gossip entailed the extra marital goings on of a neighbour, who I'd espied with my own eyes, up to no good. So, that was the end of that gossip session, BF went home and Barman arrived home in the evening. All perfectly normal village life.
A little later on that evening, I nipped outside and was surprised that I could hear Barman's telephone conversation being transmitted to the village. I went back inside and told him what I could hear, so he hot footed it outside, whilst I stood in lounge talking. Yup, sure enough, what I was saying in the lounge was being heard loud and clear outside. Turns out that our security system had somehow gone into overdrive and was picking up sound from the lounge and transmitting it outside. So, bloggers, my salacious piece of top secret gossip had been transmitted not only to best friend, but also to all and sundry within a stone's throw of my house. Needless to say, I've kept a low profile in the village this week:-)
Since then, the kettle has blown up, the hob has fused and a radio that we never use was blasting out on Saturday morning when Barman got back from dropping me off at the train station. Today I avoided using the vacuum cleaner and the washing machine (no change there then:-)) Ooh er!
