Three alarm fire

One of the first unusual sounds I heard when I moved into my downtown flat was a siren-like alarm. It was reminiscent of those you here across the Midwest warning of tornados. There was no regularity to when the alarm would go off, happening at all hours of the day or night. It occurred so irregularly that I always forgot to ask what it signified. Then, when I was at my community pottery class one night, I heard the siren go off and finally got the sense to ask its meaning. After receiving an inquisitive look, I was informed that it signaled the volunteer fire brigade to rally and support the employed team of firefighters with a potential "disaster". The alarm is triggered any time someone calls emergency services.

Last night, after another rather hectic week at work, I decided to make myself a nice dinner of tuna curry, raita, and naan. Instead of purchasing the naan from the local Indian restaurant directly across the street from me, I got it in my head that it would be more fun to make it. How hard could it be? That was the first misguided step in my faulty logic. Living in a fully furnished apartment I was provided with all my cookery, however, it's not quite up to the standard I was used to in my American kitchen. In addition, the electric range I have is slightly more testy and difficult to regulate. So when I started to fry the naan in my pan, I generated a little bit of smoke. Unfortunately, it was slightly more smoky then I thought, triggering my fire detector. The problem was that it kept going off and I didn't know how to stop it. There is an alarm system for my flat, but I chose not to activate it, and thus was never given an instruction manual nor a code. In my irrational state, the only solution I could generate was to call emergency services. The next sound I heard was the alarm siren going off for the town and a fire truck pulling up next to my door. Of course, at this point the fire detector in my flat had shut off. Feeling about three inches tall, I answered the door, thanked them for their services, and sent them on their merry way. In the end the meal turned out quite well, but I do believe I will be the next subject of conversation in this provincial little town.