WE WONDERED WHY, as we wended our way downstairs at first faded light why electrical clocks were winking at us, saying “help!”.
Apparently there was an electrical emergency last night – we is suffering from a novovirus so we is a bit dead to the world.
The stove said 1:29AM but apparently at the end of the road, there was a bit of an explosion and a manhole (who he?) rose out of the road. The power got cut. It got cold. Regular readers of this bog will remember that Oxford Uni contractors cut off our gas by mistake, and one of the contractors lit a cig until we screamed at him a bit.
Anyway, we have reset our clocks and we are all waiting for an apology which of course we will not get. ♥