You preach about iphones- then they come into their own. It's such a boring story for me now but here we go:
Last Thursday, I did a spot of shopping in Islington before deciding to come home. Was on the bus which amazingly takes me to my front door, but on the bus, the road was blocked off because apparently there had been a fire. In my mind, I always think, "haha wouldn't it be funny if it was our flat?" but not residing to actually believe that to be the case. So the bus does this major loop and I have to walk for about five minutes to get there. And as I'm walking, our entire flat black is pitch black. Then as I walk up to the electro-magnetic door, it just swings open. So thankfully my neighbour comes in right behind me so I can ask what happened. Apparently our power substation caught on fire and subsequently exploded. Because it's my luck, Chris was at a work conference that evening so I was left to my own devices included entering scary dark flat, downloading a flashlight app, which by the way did not work. I eventually controlled my fear and anxiety with two glasses of wine whilst having my dad look for hotels for us to sleep in. In the end, we went to friends in Islington which was lovely however you never sleep well when you're terrified that you may not be able to go home for a week.
Thankfully nothing in our flat was ruined, but our buildings rubbish bins simply melted away. We now have this massive power generator, which on Tuesday, thanks to the machiavels in Hackney, the power wires were cut, thus rendering us powerless. According to Chris, the copper inside the wires is worth a lot of money hence the trimming. Awesome evening with police and fire brigade. And lack of sleep because I need the sound of a blowing fan (this isn't even a joke, I'm that neurotic that I can't sleep in stark silence).
During this Easter long weekend- I'm looking for a calming plateau.
