Yesterday's little blackout experience (of the power outage variety not the other kind of blackout) turned out to be the start of something a bit more sinister. When I got home from the theatre last night a few of the lights were on in the house and the digital clocks were all flashing, so it appeared that the power had gone off and then come back on at some stage. When I woke up in the early hours of this morning everything was off again.
And stayed off.
I wandered out into the street about 6.30am and noticed that my neighbours had lights on, and yes I checked the fuse box. So I called the power company and they are sending someone to investigate.
So, here I am in the office unshaved (electric razor) and wrinkled (no iron). Oh, and having washed my hair in the handbasin and had what amounted to a sponge bath, with water I heated on the (thankfully, gas) stove. In my world, no electricity, no hot water. It's like Medieval or something.
It's not my best day appearance wise. (I'm hoping the spritz of Bvlgari and a smile will see me through.) Actually, I probably look more like I've been on the other kind of bender induced blackout...
Then I remembered I'm doing the software testing of applicants applying for my job here this morning. My temp contract is coming to a close and I declined the permanent position because the money is laughable. If I look like a wreck, do you think that'll psyche them out or something?
This job drove me to drink! I used to be young and handsome, then the stress got to me...
Of course, I would never do that.