by Penny M
So there I am, awake already because of the gale force winds whipping around my skyline townhouse. I’m tapping away on my laptop and Whatsapping sporadically to my kids in Oz when the lights go out.
My first thought is that the storm has put the power out. Oh bother, my battery is low on phone and right hand (alternative name for laptop). Then it dawns on me that my neighbour is using his angle grinder again or some other power tool which is of course impossible without a spark from Eskom.
Horrors, did I pay the last bill? I use buffer time to log onto my bank website. Date of last payment was in July. You need to understand that my brain is in September already planning my departure for my son’s U.K. wedding. Panic driven deduction leads me to pay the electricity and rates bill.
Next, a hasty disconnection of the disabled remote receiver and a reconnection of the old phone to call the accounts department and tell them I’ve paid. I listen to the automatic message with sinking heart. ‘Please bear in mind that reconnections may take up to 48 hours to complete.’ My mind is racing with ideas of camping at the Mug & Bean or staying with a friend for two days.
A gentleman answers politely and, after the usual security and account checks, informs me that my account is up to date. He advises me to call the faults number. I do so.
A pleasant woman tells me that there are no faults reported in my area and asks me to check my board while she holds on.
You guessed it! The trip switch was down. I made several attempts at resetting it to no avail and returned to apologise to my support person. She advised me (with knowing nod and smile, I’m sure) to call an electrician.
Before I did that, I ran around unplugging every appliance. I then reset the board one by one and voila! The only negative in this tale is my resultant cash flow problem. And my fruitless search for the culprit who I suspect might have four legs.
The moral of the story? Think plenty of times before doubting yourself, no matter how old you are; live in the moment, you never know when you might be unplugged.
P.S. There is only one thing worse than being forgetful and that is forgetting that you remembered.