Where on earth is that battery?

A warning light came on in my car indicating a fault with the battery. So thought it should not be too much trouble changing it. It should be straightforward enough. However, I could not find it where it was located in the car. Being a secondary battery, it was not where one would normally expect it to be. Using curiosity, I looked under the bonnet, in the boot, in the glove compartment, behind the seats. I even unscrewed a panel in the passenger footwell, all to no avail. I knew it was quite big so surely it can't be that hard to find. I phoned the dealership and they recommended looking in places that I had already searched. All searches online led nowhere useful. So, I took it to a local garage, and they were on the point of giving up when I mentioned a hidden fuse box between the seats. It panned out that it was behind the rear seats in a place that was hard to access. The joy of the hunt. We often give up, but curiosity bugs us enough to stop us being defeated. We do things, lots of things to satisfy our curiosity.

Is the squeak of the Oast house Cowl normal?

When living in an Oast house I was plagued by an irritating noise stemming from the cowl on the top of the roof. The cowl moves into the wind allowing the water from the drying of the hops to escape whilst stopping the weather getting in. When it turned in the wind it would make an eeeaaaarrrr noise, randomly, sometimes at four or five-minute intervals. Not a problem during the day but something that can wake us up earlier than we would like in the mornings. I found it hindered me getting back to sleep. More online searches to find a solution. Nothing whatsoever from history guides, nothing mentioned in the many in-depth accounts of these cowls and the respective buildings they sit upon. An article in the Telegraph by a property expert suggested that this was a 'feature'. These are built by Victorians, and they engineered things quite well. I don't think this is normal and something that we simply have to put up with. The fix? Nothing more than a handful of grease. The only obstacle was access. The base of the pole is some 5 metres above the top floor. A long blast of spray grease followed by a mass of thicker grease from a tub can be applied. At the top where the pole goes through the roof some grease on a stick can get it in place. The stick will reach up the further 2 metres needed. 7 metre ladders are hard to manhandle. Now silence bar a little knocking when there is a storm. The journalist in The Telegraph was wrong. Lots of information we read is wrong. Lots on this site might be wrong. We need to believe in our own beliefs sometimes and come to our own truths. It is difficult. Some question everything and won't believe much that has been shown to be correct. Others assume that things in print must be right. People follow the advice of journalists, columnists and those with an audience thinking they are the last word on the subject. It is a difficult balance to get right.

Answers can be wrong. Answers can be satisfactory. Answers can help us enormously. Answers always satisfy our curiosity system. Answers can allow us to move on. Fill the gap and solve the problem. Uncertainty troubles us. The curiosity machine bleeps until we remove the uncertainty. Compare waiting for a bus knowing it is coming in 10 minutes because an electronic sign says it is with waiting for a bus not having a clue if it is even going to arrive at all. It is difficult to plan things when you have uncertainty.