I had a slight shock on Thursday. The main electricity cable for the estate was damaged and we were without power from mid-morning until about midnight. I had forgotten how hard it is to manage during power cuts when the house hasn't got gas. Couldn't even make a pot of tea. I'd filled the car with a load of rubble and rubbish and taken it to the tip, first thing, and returned home caked in dust and 'glour' - in short I was gey stoory and clarty and in desperate need of a shower. The worst of the situation was the realisation that I couldn't call on anyone locally to bail me out. The only person I know here is Himself and he was at work. I'll be glad when the course starts next month and I can get to know a few more people. It's been a very long time since I was in this situation socially! (Which means it'll probably do me a great deal of good.)
The rubble was generated by Himself. He's had a fit of home improving lately. It began quietly: he repainted his hall. Then he decided to knock down an internal wall. (Actually it's both more and less complicated than that, as the wall was false, but I won't go on: after all the mess from a false stone-built wall is as great as that from a real one.) So last weekend I did a great deal of rubble removal; and I shall be doing the same again on Sunday. On Monday however, as recompense, we're spending the day at the Edinburgh Festival: we've booked tickets for several shows, and will have to hurry, and perhaps even run, from one venue to another at least twice during the day. It's gluttony pure and simple and I'm looking forward to it hugely.
