Maybe we've been renovating too much
Last night at 1.45 AM
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP
G: "Ugh...WTF, what is that?" while hopping out of bed with much sleepy confusionJ: "mumble"
G: "Ouch" (while walking into the wardrobe)J: "Oh it's that little alarm your parents forgot"
G: "Ugh what...where am I? Oh damn" (while feeling the wardrobe in the dark in search of the room's door until I realize a few seconds later that I'm in Leuven and our door is truly on the other side)
[I run downstairs while the beeping sounds louder and louder and I find the culprit alarm on the table. With a big smack I can get it to shut up. I rush quickly back upstairs hoping to sneak back into bed before I am truly woken up.]
J: "Sigh...do we really need to measure that wall now?"
G: "Huh? No, you're dreaming"
J: "But we need to measure, that alarm went off"
G: "That alarm was a mistake, go back to sleep."
J: "mumble mumble"
[J turns around, I close my eyes]
J: "But we have the height and the width"
[after which silence returned]