I went to bed last night. Rivetting information, I realise. But just wait....
15 minutes after I fell asleep, David woke me to tell me the power was off, and nothing he did made it come on again. It kept tripping. So I got up. Got glasses. No. Nothing I did made it come on again either. I had visions of defrosting food and all the rest. Not to mention expensive electricians. If I believed in ghosts, I would believe Geoff was trying to tell me something. Electricity was his department.
In a HIGHLY intelligent fashion, I started going through the switchboard and tried to isolate where the problem was. See? I am bright. And finally isolated the kitchen switches. I unplugged everything I could reach. No luck. Then I decided it must be the fridge. Hmmmm. Got dressed. After 1am is not a good time to start moving refrigerators. In a gown. This necessitated moving the table and 8 chairs first, of course. David and I managed eventually to shift the wretched thing out, and I switched off the plug. No. Not that. Repeat the same procedure with the dishwasher.... (do you KNOW how disgusting the floor is under large appliances??) No. Not that either. Desperation was starting to set in, not to mention shortness of temper, and irritation levels were slightly, just slightly, elevated.
And then I remembered the ONLY other plug in the room, which was for the outside cable to the shed and water fountain. In the back of my cupboard. Plastic whatsits were flying everywhere, and voila!!!!!! The power came back on as soon as I switched it off.
I have no idea what caused it to blow. I retreated to bed, and lay there till about 3am thinking I could hear enormous rodents the size of lions eating their way through the power cable. I have always had a good imagination. I hope they were electrocuted in a grisly fashion. Then I heard an owl and it did. not. stop. hooting. My imagination was on a roll. It sounded like mournful wailing. Then there was a crashing sort of noise, so I was out of bed and down the stairs like an Olympic sprinter. All the outside lights went on. Nothing. Back to bed. The moonlight seemed very bright. Then the wind got up, and the door started creaking. You get the picture.
This is all conducive to a good night's sleep of course. I am rested and full of energy this morning. Hah. And I do NOT want to go and empty that shed and see what caused the blackout. Being an ostrich is just fine. I think I am going to go our for tea with a friend instead.