This evening, a power cut. Of course, I was in the process of writing an email. A couple of minutes later, the power came on again. I waited a few minutes, to be sure it was not going off again, then turned on the computer, rewrote – pff – off went the electricity.
It stayed off.
A neighbour rang. She had phoned the electricity board; apparently it was a major power failure in the Waveney Valley. Yagnub and surrounding villages were off.
I was glad I’d turned on the (gas) Aga yesterday. I went round, gathering together candles and matches. In for the long haul here. I took matches upstairs to the bathroom, where there were already candles.
Not much over an hour later, the power came on again. Boo! I’d been looking forward to an evening of making our own entertainment (mm, yes). It wasn’t even dark enough to light the candles yet. Nor to provocatively blow them out again.
But the computer sulked for ages. It’s my own fault for having a Mac. I always choose a mongrel dog as I don’t want to be intimidated by having a dog with a smarter pedigree than my own. So why do I buy a pedigree computer?