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We didn’t have any electricity for most of today. Ironically, it was the day that Jake the electrician was coming to fix the oven which hasn’t worked for yonks. He cancelled, realising that without electricity it would be difficult to know if he had fixed anything. Then, when the power returned at around 3pm, the oven decided to work again. How weird is that?
The oven and the grill are now both working. To properly test them, I made a frittata and used the grill for the top. It worked perfectly. Tomorrow I’m making roast salmon and will give the oven a proper test. Then, maybe, Jake will be able to explain why it’s happened when he comes over next week. There are other jobs for him to do, so he’ll still be coming.
To temper the lack of power, we had a lot of rain, which only goes to prove how handy a hydroelectric system in the creek could be. From drizzle to torrents, it fell most of the day. There was a small gap during which Archie managed to enjoy a sniff around the drive which included some important goat chasing and stick mauling.
The good news is that Mirinda is definitely on the mend. She spent a lot of the day standing, wandering around and looking through and sorting various papers. She can’t really sit yet so she’s using a single bed and mattress, on the side, as a sort of standing up desk. It works perfectly and means she can get back to distributing various business documents between around 320 vanilla folders*.
She also sorted through a whole stack of books. She was lying in bed and I was handing her the books, one at a time, and she decided what was for us, for Fi, for Vinnies and for the Airbnb the Stockwell sisters are probably going to run here in Oz.
There were some very interesting tomes like, for example, the History of Angledool. That’s one that’s coming home with us. While I’ve only been once, it’s a fascinating place and I’m looking forward to reading more about it.
There’s actually two books about Angledool and one of them was written by a good friend of the family, Pat Cross, which makes it even more interesting.
Possibly the worst part of the lack of power was when the two smoke alarms went off. The screeching, ear piercing noise went through the house like a laser through the head. It’s even worse when you have to climb a ladder in order to bash them to death. The closer you get, the more the sound tries to slice and dice your brain.
Surely, technology is around that makes it softer as you get nearer.
To soften the above paragraph, here’s some of the Goatman’s charges shortly before Archie chased them over the hill and out of his sight.
They look a bit woebegone and shaggy because they are.
* I realise they are called Manila folders but I think Fi’s name for them is much better.
