Wednesday, 21 February 2024

Let there be light!

 Pudge, yes, mash is mashed potatoes.

I've just taken Beano out for a late night widdle and the complex is in darkness.

The lighting has failed all around the gardens and the corridors, the only lights working seem to be the lights in the flats and  in the corridors upstairs.

I've told Steve but he's too drunk to really understand.

I will check in the morning if it's been reported.

1 comment:

Sue said...

I hope you had a torch, or at least the one on your phone. There's nothing worse than a pitch black doggy walk.

Torn between fury and joy.

Only a flying visit, no Wi-Fi yet, probably not until new year. Beano and I are warm and comfortable Cass's two littlest are settling in...