This morning, we had a power cut. In fact, we had over five hours without power. So I had a working laptop (for as much of it as I needed), but no ‘net.
The hard bit was getting up:
- What’s that continuous beeping? Oh, the house’s fire alarm complaining. Was there another false alarm in someone’s flat, so they had to mess with it?
- Right. Get up. Put the kettle on.
- Return to kettle, wonder why nothing’s happening. Yes I did turn it on.
- [Oh, that’s why the (battery-backed) fire alarm is complaining.]
- Dig up camping stove and pan. Put water in.
- Buggrit, can’t find a lighter. And it’s b***** Sunday, too. Any other day of the week, there would be a couple of cafés open within staggering distance.
- OK, who’s far enough away to be unaffected by the power cut, but near enough to call on? Try phoning John. Not convenient to scrounge a cuppa there this morning.
- Finally find a lighter. Aaaah, can now boil water. Wonderful.
- … But can’t find the (detachable) handle for the pan. Give myself a burn pouring it. Ouch 😦 Later boil up another brew, but use a normal saucepan (with handle) this time, so I just have to watch it doesn’t overbalance.
Ouch! Just shows how reliant one becomes on electricity.