It would not be a trip to Darwin without the ringing of the fire alarm. It happens at least once a trip, and it always happens at the most inconvenient out of times. Today I had just removed my bra. Other times I’ve been in the shower, or just on my way to falling asleep.
One great thing about the fire alarm is it in all of my time coming up here? I’ve never been evacuated. Some of my colleagues have.
Other than tonight, when the alarm woke me up, I was half scared that there would be an evacuation. The thought of walking down 18 flights of stairs in 30° heat doesn’t sound like fun. Yes, I'm on the 18th floor. In this weather, the stairwell would be excruciatingly, horribly hot. Well, without a bra, in my pyjamas, trip down would be even worse.
Normally, the fire alarm is set off by somebody shower or a toaster that’s going a bit too far.
As I said, it happens at least one a trip.
Then there's the thought of when you're finally downstairs, you're standing around in the University quadrangle at the end of the street, in your pyjamas, only to wait another half an hour to get back in the building.
Regardless, it's all a bit discombobulating these loud noises which wake you up, warning you that you that you might have to make a tit out of yourself.
Or maybe is just me exhausted and in need of a bit more sleep/
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