You’ll all have had one of those moments when you wake, maybe not totally alert but aware that something is very wrong. Sometimes, it’s just a bad dream. Other times, it’s real.
Last week, I went to bed well before Mrs bLanark. Later, I was woken as she bounded in the bedroom door. I’d like to say I was instantly awake, reaching for the sword I always keep under my pillow, but I wasn’t. Instead, I groggily listened as she told me she could smell burning, see smoke, but couldn’t find the fire.
I think I actually did begin to move quickly rather quickly. I checked the kids, they seemed OK, but I could smell burning in the house - mainly the stairwell, hall and landing.
Downstairs, we could smell the smoke, but couldn’t pinpoint it. We shut off all non-essential electrical equipment, moved a bunch of paper from on top of the telly, cleaned behind the fridge, but the smell seemed to linger, and might still be getting stronger.
Several rooms seemed clear, so we shut those doors, turned off all the lights, and left downstairs for a few minutes. when we came back, we decided it was our study, where Louise had been working all evening. At this point, I wondered if a component on a PC board had failed, and, although the PC worked while running, it might fail to boot. MAybe an outgassing capacitor or something.
But I was uneasy. What if it wasn’t a PC, and we went to bed, never to waken up. I was about three minutes off phoning the fire brigade and starting with “I can’t find a fire, but I can smell smoke….”.
But Mrs bL was up to something. Standing on a wheely chair, in fact. We (OK, *I*) recently fitted a new (inexpensive but of fair quality) light fitting, with frosted glass lampshades like champagne flutes. Whenever the tiny halogen bulbs blows, it trips the whole lighting circuit. We’ve also recently had the dimmer switch in the front room blow, taking out the house, and resulting in a switch that would not switch. So, I was not happy when I saw what appeared to be brown staining on one of the lampshades - did we have an overheating problem? Were the whole house electrics up the spout? Overvoltage?
I got up on the chair (don’t try this at home, kids!), as Mrs bL was not best placed to see. A quick sniff confirmed the culprit was the suspicious lampshade. And a quick peek showed that it was not an electrical issue - a curious wasp had snuggled down, lost conciousness, and spent the last four hours being cooked next to a halogen lamp. It was like charcoal: only a light, black husk remained.
So, the house did not burn down, and I realised just how many things we leave plugged in (even if they are switched off).
And the smoke detectors did not trip - I guess wasp is a lighter kind of smoke that that from grilling meat, which always seems to set ‘em off.