Diary | The Day the Electricity Died (& other tales from my week…)
Now, I know you’ve probably all spent the week on the edge of your seats, wondering how I coped with that whole “no electricity/no transport” thing, but here’s the thing:
It, er, didn’t actually happen.
It was a bit of anti-climax, actually. I mean, there we were: up early to squeeze in a quick shower before the electricity went off, flasks filled with coffee, all ready to be outraged about the deprivation we were being forced to endure…
… and nothing happened.
Well, almost nothing: there were some workmen in the street first thing in the morning, going door-to-door, to check that everyone knew they’d be without electricity for the entire day. It seemed like it was definitely all going ahead, so once I’d had my shower, I got back into bed with my flask of coffee and my Kindle. Unfortunately for me, I’d neglected to download any new books for this experience, which meant I was forced to return to the only thing left on my Kindle, which just so happened to be Anne of Green Gables: or ‘Anne the Cat Killer‘, as I think of it.
“It’ll be fine!” I told myself, as I settled down for the morning. “I bet that whole ‘attempted cat murder’ scene was a complete aberration, and nothing like that will happen in this book ever again!”
Yeah. Not so much, really.
(Seriously, though: few books have disturbed me quite as much as Anne of Green Gables. SO not what I was expecting…)
Anyway, I read until I couldn’t stomach the cat killing and cannibalism any longer, and that’s when it occurred to me that the electricity was still on. Which, as I said, was actually quite annoying, because I had my whole day planned by that point: and I’d also worked my ass off on the previous two days, so the electricity outage wouldn’t be too much of an issue, work-wise. So I puttered around for a bit, cleaning the house and whining to Terry about how disorganised this whole thing was, then we finally called the number on the letter we’d been sent, and they were all, “Oh, yeah, that! Not going to do that today after all: sorry!”
So that was that.
As for what DID happen this week…
I got some awesome swimsuits. And no, I’m not going on holiday, unfortunately: I mean, I REALLY wish I was, but these were a gift from the lovely people at For Luna, who kindly agreed to send me them in preparation for the beach holiday I haven’t actually planned yet. (Alternatively, I’m thinking they’d look good with a skirt. No?) Both suits are by Esther Williams, which is one of my very favourite swimwear brands: I already have a green Esther Williams onepiece which I absolutely love, so I was overjoyed to add these black polka dot and cherry print versions to my small collection. The polka dot suit replaces my old faithful George version, which I was forced to retire this year, when I realised I’d worn it so much it had almost gone see-through: whoops! This one is in the same, retro-inspired style, but a much higher quality: in fact, both of these swimsuits are so beautifully made they feel more like “real” clothes than swimswear, if that makes sense. The fabric is thick, stretchy, and holds everything in place, and the little skirted bottom is just really flattering, even on a pear-shaped rectangle (Yes, it’s a shape) like me.
(Oh, and they also have built-in SPF50 sun protection, which I hadn’t realised. Pale girls: GET ONE!)
Anyway, these arrived at the start of the week, and made me REALLY wish I had a holiday planned. Instead, I made do with a quick trip out to the Stirling area, where we popped in to visit my mum’s lovely cousin, Megan, and discovered that her brother, Allan, and his wife were also visiting, with their Miniature Schnauzer puppy.
Er, this is a photo of me, obviously, not the puppy. I was so intent on trying to STEAL the puppy that I didn’t think to get a photo of her, but OMG, THE CUTE. I want one SO BAD – and yes, I’ve asked Rubin, and he says he’s fine with it. Terry, on the other hand, might require a bit more convincing, but I’ll wear him down eventually, I’m sure.
And that was my week.
How was yours?