Today, I put a piece of Janet's cake into the oven to broil it, as I always do in order to make it more crispy. In that moment, a friend called and I engaged myself in a lovely Christmas conversation.
Suddenly a horrible sound blared out and a loud voice rumbled: “Fire! Leave immediately!”
The noise upset the dogs; they started to bay.
“What is THAT?!” I called out scared and confused.
“FIRE!” the omnipresent voice continued.
My friend on the phone kept saying something but I couldn't hear her.
“LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!" sounded from the walls.
“Stop it!” I shouted back.
“Wuff! Wuff!” the dogs went crazy.
I noticed blue smoke billowed over the oven where I have forgotten my piece of cake.
“There is no fire!” I made a poor attempt to calm the almighty voice.
“LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!” the voice was drilling itself into my brain.
How to turn it off? I couldn't concentrate.
“Owoooo!!!” the dogs started to howl.
When I finally composed myself enough to deactivate the alarm system, I heard someone pounding at the door.
I opened and got blinded by flashing police and fire truck lights. I took a deep breath. That was a moment when I needed to apply my best English...
“What about a cup of tea?” I asked and smiled at seven men in uniforms.
Janet's Christmas cake is in the meantime entirely gone and I must say they all liked it.