Orange Grove Crossing

My brother and sister came round for a meal, which was spoilt by the bloody smoke detector.  It went off for no reason in the middle of the night a few nights ago and I managed to incorporate it into my dreams, but tonight it went off again for no reason and then a drama ensued.  'Nuff said.

I'd rip it off the ceiling but it's hard wired. A neighbour told me that there was one famous night when they all went off.  Apparently they're weirdly connected.

So, returning from dropping my sister home remembered I needed to find a blip quickly, and stopped by the side of the road, rested the camera on the steering wheel, otherwise known as my alternative tripod, and snapped another wet and miserable night.

Some summer!