Powerless

A very strange night…Mauz, her sister and I are sitting in the lounge room drinking vodka tonics next to the fire by candlelight. It seems that when I called the electricity company to switch the power on in the new house, I scheduled the turnoff at the old rental, in which we are now drinking the cold away, for today. Needless to say, due to all the renovations, working after school each night till late, trying to pack…we haven’t moved out of the rental, our time is up and I forgot to extend our account.

So, here we sit in the dark. The place reeks of burnt hair due to the cat learning that curiosity and candles don’t mix (thank goodness for a thick winter coat-not so thick now) and we’re trying to laugh about it all.

So, how soon before you can begin to laugh about a major fuck-up?

Hours? Months? Years? Decades?

Tonight I think we’ll count in cocktails.