Got woken at about 6.25 this morning by a house alarm going off closeby. My mind was confused by the lack of sleep I had enjoyed the previous night and therefore thought it was our alarm waking up everybody within a two-mile radius. Not that I care as we haven't managed in 4 years to befriend one single soul around here!
I was enjoying a bit of a silly dream where I was living in a caravan with my sister (must be what watching Big Fat Gypsy Weddings does to my subconscious) and the sound of the alarm brought me back to reality in the most uncouth way. My husband went to investigate and we soon realised that there was a power cut in the neighbourhood. He shone his iphone around the house like the light of Elendil, trying to figure out how to work the silly alarm we never actually use. It turned out that the alarm going off wasn't actually ours but our neighbours'. One problem sorted!
Since I was awake I went searching for a torch in the hope of making myself a coffee the old fashion way, using a pan on the stove (like when I visit my parents who refuse to use a kettle). No torch but a less than optimal candle was retrieved from the kitchen and I proceeded to prepare my favourite beverage. I took the coffee and candle to bed and felt weirdly excited by the whole unusualness (don't really like that word by the way) of the situation. It was all quiet and dark outside, very eerie actually with occasional shadows appearing behind windows checking we're all in the same boat.
The natural order of mornings had been altered; some people were gonna be late for work today, some would have to shower in the dark, some wouldn't be able to have breakfast or enjoy their little dose of shitty morning tv. Some sort of quiet hurricane had hit The Staiths!
I read for a bit and sipped my coffee in silence while my husband and cat lay beside me trying to catch up on the sleep they should not have lost. The warmth of the bed and Nellie's regular feline breathing made me feel safe and content despite my routine being rudely interrupted.
The powercut lasted for an hour but the feeling that something utterly pointless and which will remain unexplained is lingering and giving my day a weird character. It's either that or the fact that I'm tired and cranky for lack of food! I took the baking too far this week and the scales are showing me figures I don't want to see. Gonna have to stay away from what my heart longs for until balance has been restored once more :(
I am not gonna enjoy my weekend...
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