I got a postcard today. That was nice. It means someone cares.
However, this postcard was from the ESB. They would like to inform me that they are cutting off my power in a couple of weeks time. No. I have paid my bills. They are cutting me off for a day. From 9am to 6pm. Something to do with connecting people.
This fills me with dread. They have done this before and it is not nice. It’s amazing how much I rely on electricity for the simple pleasures in life like heat or a simple cup of tea. It’s amazing how long a day is when you can’t have a cuppa.
My theory is that time is relative, but is determined by how much power you have. Actually, I would like to have a word with Einstein about this but he isn’t around. A normal 9 to 6 day here lasts approximately 9 hours [give or take]. However, without power I swear it lasts over 24 hours. Maybe industry should take note of this – cut off power to the factory floor and get an extra 15 hours work from the labourforce. Of course this would stop the machinery as well but I’m sure they could find a way around that. Treadmills?
In the meantime, what am I going to do on THE day? In the old days, I would have gone to the nearest pub and gotten ratarsed. But I’m too old for that now. And I would have to spend the entire time outside because the Health Police have decided that I’m a hazard to the workforce [doubtless I’ll have a comment or two in the future about smoking laws!].
If the weather is nice, I might go for a walk. But that won’t take too long. I might do a bit of gardening if the weather is nice [but it never is on the day of a powercut]. I might visit my daughter, but she has her own life to lead.
Anyone got a spare generator?????