Anyone remember the days of The Secret Shopper, where people were hired to frequent certain business outlets and report on service and the like?
Hubby applied for such a job but was turned down, but sometimes I wonder if they missed out because both of us are so friendly and nice, we can practically find a member of staff’s inside leg measurement in just a few minutes as people talk to us.
Now it would be funny if I had an alias job, and this morning I could have owned up to being an undercover HSE operative.
The day started more or less as normal. Hubby took the dog out, I put the kettle on and went to do my morning ablutions.
The bloody smoke alarm went off when I was starkers, and got louder as I frantically tried to get dressed.
I went out of the bedroom door to see sleepy-eyed people in slippers and dressing gowns evacuating the building, AND IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!
The alarm went off because the kettle didn’t switch itself off when it boiled and the steam sailed across the alarm sensor.
And I thought it was bad enough on the boat, as ours went off every time I used the frying pan or steamed my veg!
As I apologised to everyone at breakfast, I could’ve said it was just a drill, and I was testing the equipment for the annual HSE certificate!