The Men the Woman a Wooden Pole and Electricity

It has been a dark day after a white start which is not what was planned, although the white start was predicted . . . Snow . . .  although not useful snow (again) but then about 11.00am all the power in the house went off, this happened the other day and then about 40 minutes later returned. Only this time it did not.  Mum phoned the people at Scottish Power who said AH you are a woman and that means that you do not understand it, it is probably one of your trip switches. Mum pointed out she is not an IDIOT and that all the trip switches were fine. But the man at Scottish Power said AH but you are a woman and this is electricity and no one else has phoned just you, so mum said he was an IDIOT and that regardless of who had phoned or not there was a problem. So the man said he would send a man to look and fix it.

The man then arrived at the house and looked at the earth trips and said Oooooo they are all right we thought as you were a woman you probably don’t understand electricity . . . .AH OK MMMMMMMM. So the man went off scratching his head and prodding wires, then he returned and said AH yes there is a bit of a problem in that transformer in the field next to you but its OK we'll have it fixed in no time. . . . . .PHEW that was good.

Then the man returned with his mate and said AH it’s a bigger problem than we thought, I don’t suppose you heard a big bang by any chance; mum said NO and the men said AH, anyway it might take a few hours to fix now because to put it in technical terms it appears that the cables are knackered and we need to call in reinforcements.

More men arrived then and looked at the transformer perched on its wooden poles (the transformer is perched on wooden poles not the men) and they pointed a lot and said AH and shook their heads in a knowing way and then had a cup of tea and ate sandwiches. Then said we will have it sorted in no time . . . . Well AH when we say no time we mean about eight hours.

So we had cups of tea on the open fire and sang camp fire songs because it was too dark and with no power the wondrous joys of cyberspace are like chasing a mole on the moon, (I know there are moles on the moon, I have seen mole hills with my telescope). The result of all this was in the dark we could see men with torches having a jolly time, we knew that because we could hear them laughing as they pointed and nodded in a knowing way a lot. But out of such disaster comes triumph, because without power we resorted to a Chinese takeaway YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY so it was not all bad. Then after finishing our takeaway and falling over cats that were playing trip the human, (they like that game), all the lights came back on and all the men ran away, and I get to write my diary entry for the day  . . . .

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