We are currently sitting in the middle of a power cut with the promise that it might come back on around 8 o’clock tonight.
I am not holding my breath but OH is hoping it might be working in time for the fitbaa’ (football).
I would like it to come on so I can get on with my diaries (now at mid July 1953 and can see the home straight – only another 8 years to go then).
To write this, my phone is on one bar signal while my laptop has a rapidly dwindling battery, so I will keep it brief.
Never mind, it’s been a glorious day – the sun has finally arrived, along with our visitors and the disasterous cake was actually not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Everyone ate it and everyone is still alive so win, win.
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Hope your power is back soon. Where we live you’d better have a generator cause it goes out frequently.
The joke is if someone walking down the street sneezes, the power goes out.
Actually it’s due to a lot of old, dead or dying trees falling on the wires. They prune every year but miss a lot of the obvious threats.
I hope the power came back when promised! And any cake is good cake to me! (Unless really burnt or a salt for sugar sub.)