Last night, there was a power cut in the north of Scotland, the Western and the Northern Isles, with about 200,000 homes affected.
Sadly, there were traumatic scenes, as folk were unable to watch the closing moments of this week's edition of Masterchef, and worse still, even less fortunate people had to sup their beverage of choice by candlelight.
Which neatly brings us to the true meaning of a ...
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Nice. =) Whenever we have a power outage, I am mentally whiney, then eventually settle into the quiet mellowness of it all (esp. if work requires internet access so I can't work). I tend to have podcasts, etc., blathering on during the day to keep me company, but when all there is is the living-in-the-sticks quiet, it's a fairly lovely thing. Glad you handled it bravely. =)
(p.s. you're a Phriday Photo Quiz WINNER... )
Dunno about brave. I was the imbecile running about wearing a head torch, blinding anyone that talked to me. Oops.
Oh wow! Lil' ol' me? That is just peachy and the icing on the cake of a day. Been showing my bro and his wife some of the wildlife sights and sites on the island. The sun shone, the wind dropped and migrant birds were arriving from over the sea. Was lush :o)
Rule number one of headtorch use: Tilt the beam down towards the floor so you don't blind people as you look at them.
(Option 2: Don't look directly at them).
Practice makes perfect...
Wise words, as always, Martin. I will endeavour to heed them.
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