Normally, our power cuts here are quite brief, in the daytime and the power is back on in minutes. It's now been fourty minutes and it's rapidly getting dark. James and I went swimming this evening after my day at the building company so we were back at his house, watching 'The Hotel Inspector' when everything cut out! Debbie is doing some important notes for work tomorrow so I found some candles and lit them so she could carry on. James is complaining that he's bored, despite the fact that his laptop has full charge and is now entertaining us on his acoustic guitar. Denis has found an oil lamp but no oil for it so is looking all over the house because he thinks he has some somewhere. I was painting my nails but the second coat might have to wait until morning now. It's quite exciting really. From James' window, we can see that the church and the market square have electricity so it must be just this specific area of the village. In my dramatic mind, as soon as the lights went off, I was plunged into a horror film and was pretty sure I was going to be attacked by a man in the Scream mask. Nothing of that sort has happened so we're just sitting around now, waiting. I'm now worried about the milk in the fridge and if it might go funny for the morning......
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