Wednesday, 7 July 2010

Snap, crackle, pop....

So the other night when it was cold and dark and windy the power went off in the house. Yes, I was terribly impressed. I swore a lot as I traipsed downstairs, in my pjs, torch in hand, to where the main switchboard is to ascertain what the hell was going on. Some lights were on and others weren’t. Oh why? I hate having to think after 6pm at night so at 9pm I really didn’t want to deal with it all. Anyway I flipped switches back and forward, swore some more and then traipsed back upstairs. No change. I checked surge protectors - yes, I should have checked those first but refer back to the 6pm thinking thing. Anyway one of those had blown. I unplugged in some stuff at the wall and turned it back on. There was a snap, crackle and pop and I swore some more.

Today the sparky (electrician) came out. I was talking to the lovely Maverick about it and how tradesmen charge like wounded bulls and he said maybe I could come to an “arrangement” ala the standard porn movie when the plumber/pizza guy comes out and the woman householder can’t pay…and well, you know. He was joking of course. He has a flaw – he likes insane women like me and we’re hard to find. While I chatted to the sparky I thought about those porno movies – you know - how silly and funny they are and I thought about romance writing – there’s a lot of similarities there…boy meets girl and often amazingly unrealistic things happen…

Amarinda Jones
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anny cook said...

Very quiet today??? Is the power back on?