Saturday, November 3

With the lights out...

Last night, some friends were coming over for dinner. Mr Meep had made the pizza dough, I'd chopped the toppings, and there was a lemon tart baking in the oven - and all with an hour to spare.

At 6.30 though, the lights flickered. Then they flickered again, then they totally faded to nothing. The power was out on the whole street. The electricity people said there'd be no power until at least 9.30.

So with no oven to cook pizzas in, no pudding, no light and no music, we cancelled dinner. Luckily we have a squillion tea lights and candles leftover from our wedding, so I set to work filling the house with little dancing flames. With Mr Meep, a glass of vino and a chinese takeaway, it was one of the cosiest evenings ever.

When we move to the country shack in a few weeks' time, no cooker or lights may be a daily occurrence for a few weeks, possibly even months. Cripes.

1 comment:

  1. Oh that looks so cozy.I grew up in North Wales (my parents live half way up a mountain!) and so power cuts were regular occurances too, they do produce some cozy memories of candles and blankets etc.I do hope your lemon tart didn't go to waste, mmm I do love a lemon tart.