Power outage on our side of Keppoch Street. This means no telly tonight, which is a catastrophe because Chris Morris’s Jam would be on. Before you even start to think Oh, how romantic, a chance to relax may I remind you that it also means no hot water, no shower (warm or cold), no radiator, no coffee, no refrigerator and no freezer. The last item will become a huge problem unless this is fixed soon, as most of our six-person household’s food is in there. I’m already looking forwards to the smell of rotten meat.

I’m using the laptop and a maximized xemacs window as a makeshift light source. Hopefully it’ll last long enough for me to do some reading, because the next option is using my cellular’s backlight, and that ain’t too good. Yay.