Yesterday the Furlongs killed the beast.
If you follow this blog, you will know that our new
house flat is a place where, recently, we have been tormented by an alarm going off at exactly 3:30pm daily. We have been hunting the beast every day with no success.
The beast lived in our hall, somewhere under, in, near? a long hall table. Further down the hall we have a wicker picnic basket, not filled with caviar and champagne, but where the Furlong grandchildren’s toys and books are kept.
Yesterday, we had visitors. Some Furlong family came in for afternoon tea. At exactly 3:30pm the beast cried “beep, beep, beep”. We all leapt up in excitement with the realisation that there were four of us, now, who could discover the beast.
But the beast was NOT in the hall! It was somewhere amongst all the toys strewn around the lounge.
We listened. We hovered. And then we pounced as a group. We captured the beast!
The beast turned out to be an exceedingly ancient sight-impaired assist “talking” calculator that has been in the family since pa fell off the bus. The Furlong grandchildren love to make it “talk”. It’s kept in the toy basket.
It was beep-beeping away happily to itself .
The alarm on it was set to 3:30pm.
Our Furlong daughter turned the alarm off, and the beast was silenced.
Simple as that.
We had found and killed the beast.