I was hunched over the key board last week, in mid rant, bashing out a stroppy email when with a clickphut sort of sound, followed by silence, off went the PC and the electricity. This was mid afternoon and whatever cunning plan the engineers had, to reconnect us to the national grid it was obviously thwarted, when at dusk from across the fields the boys heard a sound like the crack of gun fire accompanied by a mighty blue flash of light (electric blue presumably) that lit up sky.
It looked like it was going to be a while longer before normal service would be resumed. So we fired up the Tilley lamp, there is something very comforting about the hiss of a Tilley*
The power came back on at 4am when Mr Uhdd nobly got out of bed and went round the house turning off all the things we had left switched on. However the repair was a temporary affair and at 8am the next morning, a low-loader arrived in the lane carrying a couple of hunky chunky diesel generators that were to keep our hamlet powered up for the next 36 hours while the fault was traced and fixed.
It’s not fashionable, but we have to sing the praises of United Utilities, they told what they were doing and to the best of their ability when that would be, they dug like dervishes to get at the underground fault, so that the lane was closed to traffic for the minimum time possible (that and of course the fact they then wouldn’t have to work through Saturday night, might have proved an incentive.)
And having backfilled the trench, the top soil has been neatly raked and grass seed sown, jobs a good un.
* It was our wedding anniversary last week and this was as close as I got to a candle lit dinner.