Tales of a Trainee American

At sometime between 5.15pm and 5.30pm today (going by the boiler clock, the only electric-powered non-digital clock in the house, and by those electric-powered digital clocks that had been running about half an hour by the time we finally got back in) we lost power. The first inkling I had was an announcement on the train that West Finchley station was closed. Then A. called up to say there was no power. So off we headed to TGI's for dinner, which ate up a couple of hours, then did a recce back along the street - still no power. So next we went to Tesco for candles and a big torch (but not candlesticks - Tesco do not sell regular everyday candlesticks, or at least the one at Colney Hatch doesn't appear to), and by the time we got back, so was the electricity.

And that is about the most exciting thing that's happened in a while. Except my clever little daughter who is now not only crawling all over the place, but is pulling herself up to standing against various bits of furniture. Soon she will learn to move whilst holding on. And then, walking. Such a clever girl.