A horrid weekend

I had no power from Friday afternoon until Sunday lunchtime and it was absolute hell. The house got colder and colder and by Sunday morning, I was reduced to lying on the sofa wearing a woolly hat, with blankets and two hot water bottles. The so-called power helpline used to be just that. Now, you get an automated voice saying they’re very busy and will you please get off the line and look at their website. Duh! I now have to throw away a lot of food. I don’t expect to get a penny off my bill.

I’ve already had to be outside this morning because a chap has arrived to fix up my new safety mirror for getting the car on the road (the old one had rusted away at the back and was just dangling). OMG, the bitter wind! I’m so good at catastrophising that I’m already half expecting another outage. Moan over.