Powerless – The Year the Lights Went Out

Tuesday, November 5

  Martin cycled to the village this morning to see if he could get any batteries for our radio and torches. He came back with one pack and said the village bonfire and firework display would still be going ahead tonight. The girls and Stephen are very excited at the thought of having a social life again, so we’ve all agreed to go, leaving Neil and Linda to enjoy the fire at home. The bonfire will be lit at 7pm and apparently there will also be a hog roast, which should be very popular.

Today I used some of the acorn flour to make a kind of polenta. It occurred to me that as the flour is quite grainy this might work rather well. I boiled it up with seasoning then let it set in a baking tray. I then cut it into chunks which I fried up with bacon and onions and rosemary. It would be better with cheese, but we haven’t made that yet. And then I served this with the remains of the thick pea soup from yesterday. I thought it was tasty but Martin gave it some funny looks. Oh well, he can tuck into the hog tonight and maybe that will satisfy him.

Only 3 eggs today.

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About Suzanne Goldring

Suzanne Goldring writes the kind of novels she likes to read, about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people. Two of her novels have been placed in the Winchester Writers' Conference First Three Pages of a Novel competition. She is currently working on a novel set in Corfu and her blog is a diary, set in real time, called Powerless, The Year the Lights Went Out.

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