WORDS in ACTION

Tuesday

I am working by candlelight just like Dickens – the candle that is, not the writing. It was fascinating to hear comedians and senior lawyers appreciating Charles D on Armando Ianucci’s prog last night. No telly tonight then.  Will the lecy come back in time for this to be posted? It’s been out for 9 hours now.  Fortunately I have a gas fire and hob – the luxury of being able to have a brew!

But someone please explain to me how it is an improvement to have landline phones that don’t work in a power cut. I’ve unplugged and reconnected my clockwork phone but then can’t ring folk whose lecy phones are dead.  Could ring mobiles of course – unless, like us, they have lost both signal and battery power.

And talking of battery, it will soon give out on the mini laptop here. I did some work with pen and paper this morning to conserve, but blogging, even if it can’t be posted, seems to need a keyboard…

Chunks of masonry lie around Rothesay and a boat washed up on the road at Port B.  I can be well informed about N Ireland owing to the fact that my (battery) radio is picking up Radio Ulster instead of R Scotland. Weird.

Darkness is falling around me.  Time to get the stovies going.

Wednesday

Yesterday evening (after the stovies) listened by candlelight to a Radio 3 recording of live Prom – the Mariensky Theatre orchestra playing the entire 1895 score of Swan Lake.  Went to bed at 10 and was wakened at 11.30 by the freezer beeping like a reversing lorry, the signal that the power was back and the freezer was unhappy at being too warm.  But only for 15 minutes.   Intermittent reconnections -and beepings -have gone on until about 12.30 today. Yes, it can be restful relaxing by candlelight but hard to maintain any motivation to work when shifting between emergency and normal mode.  When the gloom descends again – because daylight is an over-generous description of the conditions – I just want to go back to sleep.  And avoid thinking about the fact that half the roofing is in the back green.

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