I’ve always been one for perfect timing but I have never been able to time something this well. It’s Saturday afternoon, Ben is out with his brother in law to get some ingredients from the Chinese supermarket and Amy and I had fun in the kitchen baking cupcakes with my new Sweet Treats cupcake maker. Having decorated them all with a nice swirl of chocolate frosting and a lilac butterfly, I’m thinking about spending the rest of the afternoon in front of the laptop to catch up with some of my favourite blogs. I quickly pop a frozen garlic bread into the oven because I don’t fancy cooking myself something for lunch and there it is: Boom, peep, peep, peep.
The electricity is gone and so is Mr. “There’s still £5 on the meter”. I quickly put some shoes on and pop Amy into her pram when I notice that I have no bank card on me to quickly get my life back and running, so now I am sat here with no phone, no internet, no telly and no radio. My garlic bread is still frozen and the top, that I wanted to wear for my sister-in-law’s birthday meal later on this afternoon, is still soaking wet because the tumble dryer did a maximum of 30 spins before the entire house went silent.
The only thing I can hear is Amy playing in her play pen. She’s laughing about the sounds she makes when she smashes the lid of the Quality Street tin against the metal bars of her “cage” and gives me a big smile whenever she looks up to check, if I am still there. She’s not used to this silence and neither am I. There is always some sort of background noise in our house: the washing machine, the tumble dryer or some music. This afternoon we’ve just got each other: to play, cuddle and laugh.
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