The old doorbell on our new house is one of those wireless ones and sounds a
bit like a clock striking a quarter past the hour. The old lady who
presumably had the doorbell installed has moved across the road to live with
her sister. Our doorbell has a habit of ringing on its own and it is
definitely not being pressed as the button is now inside the house. It was
spooky at first but is one of those little things that you quickley get used
to (hence not having removed the batteries). The bell rings, without fail,
every day at around 9am and again around 6pm (an occasionally inbetween).
This is the same time that the carer visits the old lady across the road.
I'm thinking that they have the same bell. Or the old lady wired the bells
up together to spy on us.
On the same subject (who knew doorbells could be that interesting) - the dog
very quickly learnt that the bell meant someone was coming to visit him
(because he thinks people only ever come to visit him) but is learning very
slowly that the bell now means that no one is there and still barks like
mad. This is particularly annoying at 9am during a Sunday morning lie-in.
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