I was dozing this morning, unaware of the dying seconds left to check my email, and got up just as my light went off. Damn.
I fretted about lack of caffeine until I realised we had a gas cooker. And then, bizarrely, I put the teabag in the pan and heated the water. I really have no idea why I did this.
I got dressed and filled a hot water bottle with the water I heated on the stove (!), read a book over breakfast, pretended I was in the eighteenth century, and sat down at my desk to work.
I couldn’t concentrate because my hair was messy as no straighteners.
Also was unnerved by the silence.
And that’s it’s quite hard to procrastinate without power. Is quite hard to implicitly put down EU law book and pick up a fiction novel. Is much easier to get distracted by blogs.
Within twenty minutes I was at the bus stop.
Ten minutes later I was in Boots. I was supposed to buy Mum’s birthday present, which I did, but then also a massive bath set for myself because it was half price. Accidentally spent £24. But this was okay, I thought, because I got £2 on my Advantage card, which I will no doubt use tomorrow to buy more crap I don’t need.
Met an old friend for coffee and put the world to rights. Went to Wetherspoons and ate burgers. Made a point of using toilet before going home until I realised home-toilet was working perfectly fine.
When I got home I sat for an hour doing EU law work. This was good. At about four I lit some candles, but it wasn’t enough, so I decided I had to clean my room in order to light some more. Tidied entire house. Filed all work. After this, it was fully dark, so I sat down again.
Put coat on.
Went and stood by window and stared at Powerman’s van. Whined “when will you turn it back on…”
Cried a bit.
Sat down pathetically.
Did more EU law.
Sighed a lot.
Power came back on. I was stunned for a moment as millions of burglar alarms (including mine) went off.
Checked email obsessively. Blogged. Put all TVs on.
Must do that EU law stuff now.




You are aware we have gas-fired central heating?
Yes, but doesn’t the boiler need electricity to run in order to eat the water sweetie?!
Heating wouldn’t go on anyway.
Why Solvenia, and how cool!
BG
Oh god, reminds me of ghastly Wales fortnight where I was powerless, Sky TV-less, internet-less and for a brief moment toilet-less! I have never done so much reading..
(I have just spent the week in Wales trying to write dissertation *without distractions* and have written just 1000 words… am actually ashamed of myself…!)
BG Quote: “Yes, but doesn’t the boiler need electricity to run in order to (h)eat the water sweetie?!”
Blonde!!?? I think not…
Btw just voted for your blog.