As I arrived home on Friday night (6 PM) everything (the street lights, the houses) was black - pitch black! Since I didn't think it likely that I was receiving a visit from Professor Dumbledore I assumed there was a power cut. What was most disconcerting is that the street next to mine had electricity...I wonder what it looked like from the air?
Luckily, I carry around a penlight torch (obviously the Girl Guide motto 'Be Prepared' has stuck with me, even 20 years later *grin*), so I used that to get me, myself and I (and the cat) inside the house. Once in the house I found a bigger torch (in this case, as with books, size really does matter) and managed to light the wood burner. (I can't imagine how cold four degrees Celsius would have been without heat!) I ate my dinner by candlelight (yes, it sounds romantic, but it is really hard to see by, and decided to wile away the evening by the fire reading Broken Wing. That was when disaster struck. My cat managed (as cats do) to get up close and personal with the candle...so up close that his tail caught fire! It just went whoosh! I manged to put the flames out - with my hands (yes, I know, not sensible, but they actually weren't that hot) and bathed his tail with a wet paper towel. (He appeared completely unconcerned about the whole thing BTW.) I then closely inspected his tail, which is not easy by torchlight (the candle was blown out ASAP!) and to which he was not the most willing participant. (It looked like he had just singed his fur, but he went to the vet the next day [how popular was I?] for confirmation. Me, paranoid? *nods*) After watching the cat hawkishly for about an hour, I gave up waiting for the electricity to be restored and went to bed. Power was eventually restored about 11 PM! All of this has taught me that I really need to complete my 'emergency box'!
So, have you ever been caught in a power cut and if so, how did you cope?