It just goes to show that you can never plan ahead.

I suppose Bat O’Keefe knows what I’m talking about?

Yesterday morning, the thaw set in with a vengeance.  The snow was clearing off the lawns and the place was beginning to look like it’s old scruffy self again.

At three in the afternoon, it began to snow.  And when I say snow, I mean a fucking blizzard.  The first casualty was my broadband.  Fucking thing just went dead.  By nightfall, which was only a couple of hours later, we had about four or five inches.

Then the satellite television went.

Then the power went.

Fuck that.  I went to bed with a candle and a bottle of whiskey.

I got up this morning, gagging for a cuppa to find there was still no power.  Fucking hell!!  No kettle.  No heating.  No fucking nothing.  I dragged out the old camping stove to make my cuppa but found it was out of gas.  That really made me see red.  The fucker was only 35 years old and it was out of gas already!

Anyway, this afternoon, the power came back.  Half my trees are down, a couple of phone lines were down and the hedges are wrecked.  The place is in a state of chassis but at least I am beginning to thaw out and I have my mug of tea.

Now I am going to relax and read all my emails that have been waiting since yesterday.

Both of them.