It's a little bit Yikes! and a little bit eeee! and a little bit huh?!! and then it's just oh!

This was me about 10 minutes ago. Romantic huh!! NOT ! I was shivering, I was jumping at every little creak and tick, I was waiting some sort of gruesome figure to come crashing through the window brandishing kitchen knives, (you know the really shiny silvery sharp knives that are great for slicing through the skin of a tomato without so much as a hint of resistance by the softness of the flesh).

ok, ok, onto the facts now, I was minding my own business, with kids snuggled in bed just after Master Chef had finished (my darlings love that show, and being school holidays they have really gotten into it cause they can stay up later than a school night), I tidied a few things away, and settled myself down with my crochet and was just wondering if a choccie would be good about now when 'poof' it happened. There went Bondi Vet (tv show), there went 'click' of computer, 'Yikes' says me, some lights were off and microwave as well. First instinct was to grab candles, wondering of the other lights would follow. Candles lit, I look at the time on the oven and then to the microwave, 'eeee!' microwave is out but oven, directly below it is on. I grab the phone, 'pip!' gone, dead, nothing, zip, blank. At this stage I should mention my big boy is out playing his soccer game, so no big man help available. I text neighbours to see if they have same problem, but no she advises me, all good at their place. 'Yikes' again from me and a little *shiver*. I text I am scaredy cat, and she offers to send hubbie up. Oh it's too cold I say, but thank you. I think just knowing they are down the road makes all the difference. So candles lit I wander through house, yep, everything is locked, back to lounge room, under the rug, try to stop shivering - try to crochet, look and the pretty candles me thinks, this is so lovely *yikes - in back of mind, gruesome monster lurking somewhere outside with shiny silver knives that slice so daintily through tomatoes.*

Then I get an 'oh' moment. Our powerbox is locked with a padlock. There can't be a gruesome monster flicking our switches and if there is, then it can ONLY be the powerbox meter man that comes to check it cause he is the only one with master key. *sigh* oh Joyce, you silly sausage! *maybe someone captured the meter box man and took all his keys* STOP IT JOYCE !!

Kept under the rug, shivering for a few minutes more. Hubbie not home for another 1.5 hours, I am going to be one shivering mess if I keep this up. Need. to. go. check. meter. box.

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Ok, ok, I'll go, . . . . . . in a minute.

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Keys in left hand, torch in right hand, *shiver* all the lights at the front of the house are turned on (thank goodness the gruesome monster left me the front lights)*shiver* around to meter box, *shiver* unlock padlock, oooohhhhhhhh, the switch had tripped and was flicked off, must have been a power surge thing - ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh Joyce, flick switch, return padlock and back inside, and lock the door. *phew*.

The adventures of Joyce!