Still no power.
I feel like I’ve got the blitz spirit or something not dissimilar.
There’s something reasonably appealing about lying in bed listening to the world service on your walkman while reading ‘Little Dorrit’ by candlelight. It brings the story into a more immediate setting. The inability to focus too long in the flickering light and the godawful fucking cold do diminish the fun a little, leading me to conclude that the sooner the wonders of nineteenth century technology are restored – the better.
A shame, then, that tomorrow is a bank holiday.