Not a good start to my day.

I’m heading off to Mallory Park this afternoon – well, the Royal Arms for a few drinks, dinner and an overnight stay – for a trackday with the Motorcycle Folly tomorrow. The car’s already packed; I just have to load the ZRX1200R onto the trailer and head off.

Knowing it’ll be a late night tonight, it was important I got a good night’s sleep last night, so staying up until 1.30am wasn’t a good idea especially as I knew I would be taking my daughter to the station this morning at 8.45am.

So imagine my joy at being woken at 6.30am by the phone beeping to say it couldn’t communicate with the base station and the UPS in the office beeping to say that the power was off. Yes, with a busy morning in prospect, the power was off which meant no PC, no Internet and no work. Oh and the possibility that all the food in the three freezers would go off…

Good old EDF Energy letting the side down yet again.

Now I well remember the “winter of discontent” and before that the strikes of the early 70s when we would see the occasional power cut. Fast forward to the noughties and here we are with power cuts every so often regardless of the time of year or weather conditions, and far more than I recall from my youth.

How pants is that?