So I blew a fuse yesterday. And still there are no lights working in the flat. Apparently, though, it's only the lights, and not other electricity in the flat. I'm used to a room or a section of house being on one fuse, but apparently, they do things differently here.
I don't know where the fuse box is (not in my flat, in any case), and my landlord must have been living it up last night because I still have no idea. He hasn't called.
It changes how you do things though. I went to bed earlier last night because it was dark and I couldn't do anything but watch TV. That wears on you after a while. Reading by candlelight - nice. But strains the eyes.
It is odd to feel like what things used to be. Electricity is relatively new (in the grand scheme of things). I forgot. Now I remember.
UPDATE: Lights are on. It was such a quick fix. I'm sad I didn't go further exploring yesterday. Ah well. It was nice to be not so bright for a day.
16 August 2006
Dark Ages
Posted by Annika at 2:43 PM
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