The Day of the Triffids

So its about 8.40 on Sunday morning and I'm sitting having a cup of tea, watching the news when all of a sudden my tv turns itself off. Bugger! I went to the fuse box to see if something had tripped the fuse but no, everything was working. So I tried the lights. Nope they didn't work, my landline and broadband were also off and my hi fi had no power either. Bollocks must be a power cut.

Had a look at the electricity meter which, please note, was still spinning round like a bastard clocking up Ohms or units of whatever the hell they bill you in.

Well at least I have the radio which is battery operated. But that didn't work either! I couldn't get BBC London. What on earth?? Is this some sort of force field over Crystal Palace?

*sigh* might as well have a shower now. Water is stone cold because my boiler was off too. Thank goodness I don't have an electric kettle. Mine sits on the hob (gas) so I boiled a kettle of water and had a bird bath in the sink.

So I then go trip-trip-trip billygoats gruff up to the train station and all the traffic lights were out, the shops had no lights, the train station couldn't sell any tickets because the machines didn't work and there were neither announcements nor information on screen. It was really weird having no electricity. Apparently the power cut made the BBC go all scew whiff as well which is why the radio didn't work either.

It reminded me of The Day of the Triffids where nothing works after the alien plants have landed. But thankfully we weren't all blinded by an asteroid shower.