Earlier today I got up earlier than expected after not being able to sleep the night before and decided to do a bunch of chores in preparation for my TVC shoot tomorrow. Chores completed, I headed back to The Hub in the hope of laying down some guitar tracks for the upcoming Sixers album.
As I opened up the gate, my neighbor called out for me from his window.
"The power's out!" he said.
"Again?!" I replied.
"I've already called TNB," he continued, "and they said that one of the cables is on fire. they're trying to fix it now."
Annoyed, I grabbed my laptop and headed out.
This isn't the first time this has happened, and I'm not talking about a period of months. This is the third time this week that the power has died. And it's not even the entire block - just The Hub, the house on the right and the three houses on the left. Everyone else gets to enjoy the wonders of electricity.
The last time it happened I found myself searching with the light of my mobile phone for a candle and candle holder. In the end all I had was a scented apple shaped candle from the Lucky Shot shoot and a Guinness glass.
This is absurd. I just bought a bunch of meat yesterday that's sitting in the freezer and if it goes bad I'm gonna be pissed. This is my Hub, dammit. I needs my power.
Perhaps I should just have my own power supply. Perhaps I should get a few hamsters and put them on wheels with dynamos.
Perhaps I should get out of here and see if the power's back.
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