Rolo is in a very odd mood. I am up at 5.30 despite it being Saturday and he is desperate to get my attention. First, he takes my dad's hat and threatens to pull it apart. Next, it is a cushion from the sofa and then a large plastic bottle left over from the birthday party which he tosses around, making a loud noise. He is like this the whole morning, running outside and barking at anything that moves. Our guests have people who come and visit and Rolo is not happy about this at all so we have to keep him inside. He won't bite anyone, but he can be very annoying. As soon as he knows he is locked in, he wants to go out so he sits next to the door and whines. And whines. And whines.
John and Ellie have a costume fitting for the pantomime. John comes back with a ridiculous pair of boots that are too small for him and a crown that will need some tarting up before it will be taken seriously. Midday finds Ellie and I manning the grade 5 stall at the school fete for half an hour. Afterwards, we wander round the other stalls, but if you take away the clothes, the shoes and the cheap Chinese junk, there is not very much on offer. Ellie buys a Rudolph Christmas pen for her and one in white for Sian.
Our guest asks if they can stay another two nights. Usually, this would make us happy, but the problem is that on Monday there will be no water or electricity. Ellie says it's like a survival challenge: the first night you will stay, there will be water and electricity; the second night, there will be no electricity and the third night, no water or electricity. Can you make it through to the bitter end?
The electricity is off for hours and then even the inverter runs out. I take the opportunity to have an early night and go to bed at eight thirty. As I am falling asleep, I think of all the writers who must have written books by candlelight. Am I just a spoilt twenty-first century person, blaming their circumstances for their lack of ability to get anything done? Perhaps.
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