Plunged into darkness (well, the semi midafternoon winter darkness) as a result of a power cut, the Mansion is without light or heat. I’m huddled under a nice blanket, finger-tapping away at my mobilius phoneus, noticing the icy grip around my hands (fortunately, one can still type away with a rigid finger).
I’m using the ‘new’ editor on the WordPress mobile site to do this, which in itself is as challenging as the current predicament I’m in, but by jiminy I’m not going to be defeated.
Not that I had anything to type, I hasten to add, but as one cannot do a thing when there’s no power, writing anything is an obvious choice.
Writing or sleeping, but sleep must be saved for later.
Power is expected to be restored at just after 6pm, so that gives me two hours now to twiddle my thumbs.
Although, as I typed that, the standby light on the TV has just turned on, and there’s something making a ticking noise now! 😳 So that calls for my Inner Detective to get on the case and investigate.
Such joys of living in the modern age… the power’s just gone off again. It seems the power company are working hard… I think I’ll leave them to it for now…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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