It has been a bad night, with poor Maggie spending the majority of it quivering under our little coffee table and me tossing and turning because my knee was playing up.
It was bad enough having fireworks at 6pm and practically hourly throughout the evening, with the great surround-sound conclusion at midnight for around twenty minutes as everyone seemed to have a different clock to work by.
Despite the considerable wet stuff falling, some inconsiderate bar-steward let off a bazooka at 2am, frightening us ALL to death, with follow up whizzes, bangs, flashes and whooshes indicating the start of a night sky WW3.
Two more massive booms followed and Maggie cowered. I hate to see that.
Photos : My own from the Stratford Upon Avon display 2015
Apparently, 2016 was longer than recent years, by a whole second, and that may have been the problem.
So much depends on technology, microchips and computer programming that anything out of the norm, such as a single second, could throw systems into a spin. Well, that’s how I see it anyway. If something is used to resetting on the 6th pip and suddenly there’s a seventh, well, it could be a delayed millennium bug scenario couldn’t it.
Hubby was awakened just before 6 by the clicking and hum of our battery charger/inverter aboard as it kicked back in after a power cut. This went on with intervals of seconds or a few minutes for a while, so we got dressed to check things out.
It was still raining, and all power to the marina was off, so that ruled out a single trip switch being thrown, or something wrong with our boat (breathe sigh of relief).
Being New Year’s Day, there are no staff in the office today, and with just a security check sometime this morning, there was no way we could find out what was happening.
Taking advantage of our next access to the internet, we looked up the emergency number for the local electricity board (which is now logged into my mobile) and gave them a call.
Yes, it was a problem to our area and should be resolved by 9.30.
Purely by chance, there was also a lull in the weather (had I mentioned it’s also been raining through the night?) so we managed to get Maggie out for her first wee and walk of the day. We’d just got back when the skies opened.
We’ve had breakfast and three cups of tea, so settled down to do the usual things for a Sunday, only for the power to fail again an hour or so later and not come back on this time.
I rang the electricity board and spoke to a guy who sounded a little weary as he explained there was a fault covering something like 20 km of cable supply to nearly 600 houses, and the engineers were checking it out on foot.
He added they were walking very fast, so I thought, OK, the lad’s got a sense of humour, and suggested they were all kitted out with wheels. When he said they were also out in the helicopters checking the overhead cables, I offered to wave from the boat and invite them down for a cup of tea (power permitting).
He said wave by all means, but perhaps we would consider giving them a tow (or was that towel?) .
Anyway, it should be fixed within an hour he said, and lo and behold some thirty minutes later our laptops are going berserk with flashes and stripes as we lost control of our mouse pads whilst the internet connection re-established itself. You may recall from previous posts my mentioning that our WIFI here doesn’t like to get wet at the best of times, so throw in a power cut and it gets really confused and upset.
Having been on the receiving end of frustrated callers, we feel sorry for those who have to work on bank holidays and get flack from irate and sometimes irrational customers when things don’t work.
Yes, it is inconvenient.
Yes, it’s a pain being all-electric and losing heating plus the means of boiling a (quicker) kettle or using the microwave to cook dinner.
Yes, it’s a nuisance that it can take a long time to fix.
But you know,
it’s not their fault.