Well, that was exciting
We just had a three-hour power cut.
Luckily we have an open fire, but at about two o'clock, with our stomachs grumbling, Himself went to the shed to find the camping stove and associated bits. Came back, said "I can't find it," and started pulling everything out from under the stairs. The understairs cupboard has remained undisturbed, apart from his tool box and the picnic bag, since we moved in four and half years ago. So I changed into outdoor clothes and went with him to the shed, where I moved one box and opened the one underneath it, to reveal... you've guessed it.... the camping stove, fuel and various attachments. Sigh. It is a real mystery to me that men apparently run the world, when they can barely find their proverbial with both hands.
So I left him to clean everything up, and just as he finished the power came back on. Perfect timing *g*.
In other, My Christmas Obligations-related news, I had an email this morning from the woman who runs the church choir in Parentville (where I think I have mentioned that I am still The Soloist for all major events in the Catholic calendar despite having lived in Wales for five and a half years), saying she's cancelled all practices for this week and is cutting the more complex items from the order of service for Christmas Eve, but, assuming that I manage to get there, could I do a couple of solos just to break up the monotony of congregation carols, and also please please manage to get there, PLEASE...
So that's a bit less pressure. Which is good, since we're supposed to be having more snow on Monday.
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Luckily we have an open fire, but at about two o'clock, with our stomachs grumbling, Himself went to the shed to find the camping stove and associated bits. Came back, said "I can't find it," and started pulling everything out from under the stairs. The understairs cupboard has remained undisturbed, apart from his tool box and the picnic bag, since we moved in four and half years ago. So I changed into outdoor clothes and went with him to the shed, where I moved one box and opened the one underneath it, to reveal... you've guessed it.... the camping stove, fuel and various attachments. Sigh. It is a real mystery to me that men apparently run the world, when they can barely find their proverbial with both hands.
So I left him to clean everything up, and just as he finished the power came back on. Perfect timing *g*.
In other, My Christmas Obligations-related news, I had an email this morning from the woman who runs the church choir in Parentville (where I think I have mentioned that I am still The Soloist for all major events in the Catholic calendar despite having lived in Wales for five and a half years), saying she's cancelled all practices for this week and is cutting the more complex items from the order of service for Christmas Eve, but, assuming that I manage to get there, could I do a couple of solos just to break up the monotony of congregation carols, and also please please manage to get there, PLEASE...
So that's a bit less pressure. Which is good, since we're supposed to be having more snow on Monday.
This entry was cross-posted from http://epistrophia.dreamwidth.org/84647.html (
comments). Comment wherever you like!