Powerless

Around 6.30am, as dawn breaks Eduardo the cat starts to moan and demand food outside our ground floor bedroom window. The bathroom is a bit of a favourite for a late night visit amongst we older people. I tend to go to bed later than Maggie. All in all then one or other of us is often wandering around the house in the dark.

Last night Maggie, pestered by a singing mosquito and contemplating a "call of nature" noticed that the normal Christmas tree like lights were missing from the bedroom and living room. No glowing LEDs on the modem, alarm clock, anti-mosquito plug in, TV or satellite box. Eerily dark. A power cut of course.

Power cuts are not an unusual event in the countryside, well not in our house anyway. Our power supply is rudimentary to say the least and we often lose power for a few minutes. Occasionally it's longer.

We left the house today with the power still not restored. When we got home all was well. Doing the maths from the flashing alarm clock the power came back on just after two this afternoon. Maggie's nocturnal safari was around 4am so that's more than ten hours. No information in any of the local sources as to why but ten hours is a long time.

Thank goodness we have a gas hob. Boiling water for tea in a pan. Goose Green all over again.