Last night, I went to bed and set the alarm for 6 am, because I had to leave early for another trip to London. Last time I looked at the clock before going to sleep, it was just before 12.45. At 1.17, the Sage and I were woken by the sound of the burglar alarm. The Sage sighed and started to climb out of bed. “Thass not th’alarm, issit?” I mumbled dozily. He said it was, and went off downstairs to shoo the spider off the beam and reset the alarm. That it might be a burglar seemed highly unlikely, as Tilly takes her duties as guard dog with a completely professional attitude.
A few minutes later, the Sage reappeared. “It’s a bat” he announced. “In the dining room”. “What? Oh bugger. It’ll be a devil to catch, they always know where you are,” I said, rather wider awake by then. I got up and shambled downstairs in my dressing gown. In the dining room, nothing stirred for a few moments and then the bad swooped past, too quickly for me to follow it with my eyes. It did it again. Then nothing. I went to open the shutters, then the window and then started to peer all around the room. We couldn’t find the bat, which was hiding. The Sage wound up his torch, turned off the light and shone the torch into various potential batcaves.
After several minutes, we gave up, shut the window and went back to bed. Today, the window has been left open and we hope it went out again at dusk – the alarm is set in that room so that if it’s still there we should find out about it before bedtime.
But it’s a bit bemusing. We didn’t use the dining room yesterday and the doors weren’t opened. There is an opening between the hall and the dining room, but the hall is divided into two with a door between and the door is only opened when we go upstairs and then shut again. The front door had not been opened and nor had any upstairs windows. I did leave the hall door open for about five minutes, but the door to the porch was not open at the time and it was mid-afternoon, before bats were about. There is a chimney, but it’s lined and the flue goes to the woodburning stove, which is shut.
So, how on earth did a bat get into the dining room?