Central Park In The Dark

So I was watching tennis on the TV, wishing for that player who clenches his fist and by doing so inspires people to shout his name* in arenas to lose to a burly Spaniard as then I could start watching Celebrity Masterchef and then that Criminal Justice show.

Then the TV clicked off. I sat up in shock and realised it must have been a power cut. The laptop was still on battery power so I decided to log onto the internet and see what was going on. The modem still needed power, even if the computer didn’t (yet). Also, the wireless network I sometimes “borrow” seemed to have gone down as well.

So I read a book, made a cup of tea on the stove and when it got dark, lit some candles I found from the last power cut we had.

And then the little blinking light came on the TV and I ran around the flat whooping, turning on all the lights in the style of the Blackpool Illuminations.

* A name that oddly, is very similar to my so-called “porn star” name.