Sunday evening. Without warning, the power failed at 7 pm. Some bad hombré was fiddling with the wires, and didn't, or couldn't, re-connect them until 11 pm.
With no light I couldn't read, I couldn't listen to the radio, and I couldn't even work on my crossword. So I contented myself with a small glass of Single Malt, then went to bed; Freddie joined me.
We seem to be having more than our fair share of cuts (US 'outages') recently; I blame the wind.