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March 24, 2005

Good excuse for being late?

"Errrrm, yeah I was running a bit late. You see there was a power cut for eight hours last night. I went to bed at eleven thirty in darkness. Then at two am, I was awoken by the phone. It was the Electricity Company, saying the electricity had been restored. Which was fine, well sort of, you just don't expect electricity companies phoning you up at two am, when, quite reasonably, you have gone to bed earlier than normal becasue their was no power.

You see I would have got a bit of sleep up to two am, it's just I was woken up at one am by all the lights coming on in the flat, the television turning on full pelt and the microwave starting to cook, well, nothing. So by the time they so politely phoned at two am, I already knew the electricity had come back.

Ok, I got some sleep. But I overslept. Why did I oversleep? Well my mobile phone stroke alarm clock was dead when I got in that evening. I went to charge it up and.......... No worries I thought. My Ipod is my second alarm clock. Well, that was ok, but unless I went to bed with the earphone taped to my ears, I was hardly going to hear that at six am. Of course I normally plug it into the stereo, by that sort of needs electricity.

Alright, I did wakeup, somehow. But the night before, when it was all dark, I knocked over a cup of tea (boiled just before the power cut) that I had been looking for everywhere. The tea spilled over my newly pressed shirt for the next day. So, in the cold light of day, I put my shirt on only to realise it was now a blue and brown shirt, not the blue one I normally wore. Which was fine, I got another shirt out, and ironed that. It just delayed me by thirty minutes.

Now, even though it was so painfully true, I wouldn't have believed myself, let alone anyone else.

To make my day worse, I sat in a new staff conference, listening to all the blurb. I know you normally have to pair up in these things, so I was thinking it might be a bit like airplane lottery, you could pick a good ball, or a really bad ball. I got there early, and let people fill in around me.
I didn't make eye contact with the person who chose to sat next to me. Anyway, no bother, no nice young ladies, just a bloke this time. I did notice hoewever, whilst avoiding the eye line that they had particularly hairy arms, which made me remember about John 'gorilla arms' Stevens when I was younger. This guy could have been a gorilla in London Zoo. He even loved bananas. Well, he could have been, but when I turned to look at him, they, were in fact, female. I declined to think about the after thoughts, and just looked straight ahead for the next two hours. Such as sweet voice as well.

Oh well, nice four day Easter weekend will make it all seem better.

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