It wasn't a bottle of pop 'cracking' was it? A similar thing happened to me, and only because I was in the room at the time did I work out that it was a bottle of lemonade, from which I'd recently poured myself a glass. The plastic cracked as the gas settled.Startlingly loud noise, part two. This happened about ten minutes ago.
Downstairs, checking on Tigger, and locking up, and grabbing snacks to aid writing, and feeding the feral cat who's adopted us. Just as I'm setting their small meal down I hear a really loud sound I can best describe as a sharp crack. Thinking back over it, it sounded like an impact, like something being hit, or falling to the floor. First (very) minor strangeness: I couldn't pinpoint where it came from, other than the sheer volume suggesting it was pretty close by.
Slightly less minor strangeness. Spent several minutes exploring the lower floor of the house, looking for the source of the sound, and found nothing. No breakages, nothing fallen, nothing out of place. Wondered if it might be to do with our Henry vacuum, sitting with his attachments piled around and on him in the next room, but tests showed otherwise. The only hypothesis I have involves a chimney part way through being cleaned out ready for winter; maybe something had dislodged from inside it and fallen into the plastic box currently sitting under the open flue; however, would it have been so loud from two rooms away?
The cat didn't seem to react, by the way, and Tigs didn't budge from her sofa, so maybe it was all in my head? A random auditory hallucination?
Guidelines say...
Yup, but 3 packs of 18 is much less than 100 tablets and so well within the limit.
I'd have thought the chimney was a good candidate. As for being able to hear it, sound can be a strange thing. We can't hear our (old and quite loud) washing machine from one of the bedrooms upstairs, but can hear the 'click' from the pull-cord in the downstairs toilet (next door to the washing machine).Startlingly loud noise, part two. This happened about ten minutes ago.
Downstairs, checking on Tigger, and locking up, and grabbing snacks to aid writing, and feeding the feral cat who's adopted us. Just as I'm setting their small meal down I hear a really loud sound I can best describe as a sharp crack. Thinking back over it, it sounded like an impact, like something being hit, or falling to the floor. First (very) minor strangeness: I couldn't pinpoint where it came from, other than the sheer volume suggesting it was pretty close by.
Slightly less minor strangeness. Spent several minutes exploring the lower floor of the house, looking for the source of the sound, and found nothing. No breakages, nothing fallen, nothing out of place. Wondered if it might be to do with our Henry vacuum, sitting with his attachments piled around and on him in the next room, but tests showed otherwise. The only hypothesis I have involves a chimney part way through being cleaned out ready for winter; maybe something had dislodged from inside it and fallen into the plastic box currently sitting under the open flue; however, would it have been so loud from two rooms away?
The cat didn't seem to react, by the way, and Tigs didn't budge from her sofa, so maybe it was all in my head? A random auditory hallucination?
Fridges and freezers can do this as well as can central heating. I've mentioned before that a large modern detached house I rented 30 years ago was so noisy at night that I moved. Creaked, cracked and banged all night so loud that it kept me awake, probably entirely down to an inadequate roof structure. As you say sound is sometimes just strange.
Thing is, kids are just used to it when their parents smoke. It seems normal.Sounds like my dad, too
A couple of years before he died Richard Burton had to have an operation on his back and doctors found his spine was coated with crystallised alcohol
Wouldn't suprise me. He also smoked around 100 cigarettes a day too. Amazing that he lived as long as he did really.
Yes, and if you go to a pharmacy you can buy up to 100 in one pack....it's a bit ridiculous really. There's absolutely nothing stopping people buying two packs and then coming back in and buying another two packs. We'd be better off limiting the amount of alcohol people can buy - transactions go through daily for the same people buying two bottles of spirits and a ten pack of Fosters - I'll be willing to bet they aren't having parties every day!Yup, but 3 packs of 18 is much less than 100 tablets and so well within the limit.
Not arguing with you, but I suspect it's easier to enforce the guideline in a more remote area where there are fewer shops, which I suspect is the case where you work.
You can't buy large quantities online either so a few weeks ago I went from shop to shop in town to stock up on over-the-counter pain meds for a poorly relation and posted the lot off to them.
Nothing illegal about that even though the staff may have recognised me when I popped back to a cheaper place.
Paracetamol is deadly in quite low quantities, as you'll know. We have an ancient tub of 100 knocking about from somewhere. That's been illegal to sell for years.
In my old house I slept in a bedroom over the garage. Down in the garage was a fluorescent light which was inaudible when you were in the bedrom, but the moment you lay down in bed you could hear a 'hum' if it had been left on. So I got into the habit of always checking to see if that light was on before I went up to bed, because there's nothing more annoying that just getting comfortable and hearing 'Hmmmmmmmmmm' buzzing up throught he floorboards.
When Techy is shaving, if I'm in bed I can hear him tapping the razor and all the other basin-related noises through my headboard across the house.
Yes! I have on many occassions had the exact same problems. Get in bed and can hear something-a slight hum usually. Get out of bed, nothing. Open the window and nothing, or certainly not the same noise I can hear anyway. I think sometimes it is the fridge, or possibly a nearby generator from a factory or farm, but the trouble is here is that there is usually some arse with a car engine/radio, going so it's difficult to pinpoint it.
You're right, but the restrictions on OTC painkillers is due to the danger of impulsive overdoses on them by depressed people, especially teenagers.
Yes, but there's nothing stopping people from going round and buying one pack of paracetamol in every shop. Doesn't take much to be a fatal dose. Most of my 'trying to buy too many tablets' customers were older people with severe back pain or toothache. I think the restriction is actually to stop people buying lots of products that they don't realise contain paracetamol - cold remedies, etc, and accidentally overdosing.
Well yup, I went shop to shop to obtain supplies for someone! That was mainly ibuprofen though.
That seems to be an urban legend as alcohol can't crystallise.
Which one's you?!
At least now I know who to avoid next time I'm in Crewe.I'm sort of more animated.
Well, a bit.
We all float down'ere.
It's like someone was reminded to start up the noise after forgetting.
My guess is that you were starting to drift off to sleep again and experienced the hypnagogic shock (exploding head syndrome).Middle of the night - still dark.. 3am at a guess but I admit to not checking the clock. I was somewhere in-between stirring and fully waking up for a pee (dont you just love this getting older business). BANG and it felt like the house shook. I fully woke with a start.
I thought something had crashed into the side of the house, to my brain it felt like the house shook and the bang was sonic boom loud. Getting up to investigate and relive myself of what my brain really woke me up for - no sign of anything. I was half expecting a car embeded into the wall or a ceiling had gone through. The rest of the house was fast asleep. No-one outside and no sign of any cars (we live in a pretty quiet area). No reports of sonic booms or earthquakes the next day. I put it down to my brain wanting my attention and it certainly got it.
