Most countries do things in a logical sequence.
Not here in Ireland though.
Most countries have gales or even storms, during which trees blow down bringing down power-lines causing power cuts all over the shop. It’s a natural order of things. Storms bring power cuts. It’s expected.
Here though, we do things differently.
We had a storm last night. Of course they had to give it a cuddly name [“Hector”?] as if it were a person [it’s just a fucking wind for fucks sake], and delighted us with their traffic light alerts. So I went to bed with the wind howling around the tin roof and said a little prayer that no trees would blow down. I don’t believe in prayer, but it’s better to take no chances?
I got up this morning and the storm had passed. The roof had stopped rattling and all the trees are still standing [maybe that prayer worked after all? Beliefs like that can start a religion…].
Then the power went.
For fucks sake! The storm is past tense. If they wanted to give us a power cut they should have had it then. That was the time for power cuts – when the storm was raging! Why are they cutting power now?
Anyhows the power came back eventually but only after I had hauled out the camping stove and filled the house with the stench of propane gas just to make a mug of tea. They always time it like that. The bastards.
I had to nip down to the village then as Herself had run out of some of her pills and was beginning to turn blue.
When I returned I discovered the fucking power was off again! Jeeeezus!! It’s nearly fucking calm now and they are still giving us power cuts?
The power came back just now.
But only after I had filled the house with the stink of propane gas again.