And so it begins.
My exciting day started early. I’m not quite sure why but I woke and decided I might as well get up.
The first thing I discovered was that the power was gone. Fucking Debi! I made my mug of tea by boiling a saucepan on the emergency camping stove. Lack of tea in the morning constitutes an emergency.
To my stunned amazement I heard the sound of machinery out on the lane. The Council had actually arrived? All right, they were a couple of hours late but I’m staggered they turned up at all. I left them to it.
Eventually the power came back, just in time to make a second mug of tea. Thank you Electricity Ireland [or whatever you call yourselves these days]. It’s nice that someone appreciates my needs.
I decided to check if there was any progress on the lane but discovered the wind had blown my CCTV camera off alignment and I couldn’t see over the gate. Well, they did warn last night that there was a danger of fatalities at the height of the storm, but luckily my camera was still operating. I realigned it.
Seeing as I was in the front garden I thought I would stick my head out the gate and check progress and to see what all the noise was about. The lane looked like it always looked but there was indeed a cone placed just up the lane. Just one cone, sitting there like a lost child. Wow! They have been busy.
I realised then that the noise was actually coming from the main road. There was a tanker lorry out there with its long hose stuck down a manhole. I don’t know what they were doing. Sucking sewage out? Pumping sewage in? I’m sure they possibly knew what they were doing so didn’t bother offering my services.
The wind has suddenly died down and the sludge-sucker has disappeared.
It’s eerily quiet.
The real calm before the storm?