Friday, October 26, 2012
Let there be light.
Another night of cooking and dining by candelight. ' The font ' , trying to put a positive spin on things, thinks its a bit like having our own reality tv show : ' At home in the 18th century ' .
The young lady at Electricite de France says that the power has to be off for safety reasons while the new cables are laid. '' Safety for whom ? " asks this disgruntled customer. There is silence on the other end of the line. You can almost hear her thinking ' I've got a right one here '.
Five thirty am. The power is restored. An early and badly dubbed episode of ' How I met your mother ' is playing on the television. A truly horrible sight so early in the morning.
Down to the supermarket. At the McDonalds opposite they've installed new electronic ordering machines. While ' the font ' gets coffee Angus wanders off to play with one of them. He presses a button and the system crashes. We leave.
All Saints Day approaching. The supermarket full of row upon row of plastic crysanthemums. On a neighbouring aisle Angus is overjoyed to find lights that we can strap around our heads - modern day versions of a miners lamp. The answer to our prayers. No more stubbing of toes in the dark. They're also selling off the last of the seasons rose wine cheaply. Winter must be here.