Lady Bracknell is alarmed
Lady Bracknell instructs her servants to keep the windows of her house open as often, and for as long, as possible. From her earliest childhood onwards, Lady Bracknell has been accustomed to bracing temperatures, and she abhors a stuffy room. She has of late been regularly subjected to appalling cacophonies of noise from the street below. Having made enquiries of the boot boy, she now understands that these hideous noises emanate from certain types of electronic alarm. Evidently, these devices can be fitted both to houses and to motor cars. Lady Bracknell would venture to question the benefit of these alarms, as she has yet to discover a single instance of their effectively summoning aid to the injured party. She believes that these modern devices are not only ineffectual for the purpose for which they were designed, but that they are also a major contributor to the phenomenon of "noise pollution".
Lady Bracknell is also often woken from her slumbers by the untimely intrusion of a police helicopter into the skies directly above her house. Indeed, she has often gained the impression from the propinquity of the helicopter that the miscreant must be sheltering in her own back garden. Lady Bracknell is a fervent supporter of our officers of the law, and fully accepts that the measures taken to keep persons of quality safe are entirely necessary. Nevertheless, she begins to feel as though she is living in a war zone.