How many times have you been told to make sure your fire alarms are working and have batteries in them? Countless, I’m sure. But, if you’re anything like me, you take this warning half to heart. Yah, yah, I know, but I just keep forgetting to stop for batteries. It’s OK. I’ll get to it. Plus, when the batteries die the smoke detectors make that awful noise, inevitably in the middle of the night. So maybe it’s a subconscious thing that I keep putting off.
As it happens, yesterday I went to bed with the toaster oven on. I didn’t know this of course. My husband, who has been traveling, came home a few days early around midnight. He happened to be in the kitchen looking at some mail and hearing a ticking sound. He finally investigated and found the toaster oven at 400 degrees. The toaster oven is in a nook, separate from our kitchen.
We live in 1914 Arts and Crafts house. It’s a very typical house from that period, which means unusual, and given the layout, my bedroom is on the second floor, and the three kids happened to all be having a sleep over in Older Brother’s room on the first floor. There’s also an original oak butler’s pantry. Which is where we keep our toaster oven. Some papers had fallen behind the toaster oven and they had turned brown and began curling from the heat. The old wood was too hot to touch. Had my husband not come–as was planned–there would have been a fire. And I didn’t have any fire alarms with working batteries.
Luck, fate, who knows. But I can tell you this, I’m going to buy batteries today!