Powerless – The Year the Lights Went Out

Wednesday, December 11

Jane and Anna found some thick old rope in the garage and are using lengths of this for their garlands. They’ve laid the rope out on the floor of the sitting room which we never use to sit in now, as we don’t light the fire in there. When they are not grinding acorns, boiling water or washing, they are fixing the cones onto the rope with strands of garden wire. Anna says it reminds her of the great garland that is always made to decorate the Great Hall at Cothele in Cornwall, though that one contains dried flowers and this will be full of berried ivy when it’s finished.

The wreath for the front door will be made last of all, using a twiggy base saved from last year, with the addition of cones and greenery.

The girls have also assembled a pile of materials they want to sort through for the wedding. They’ve found lace and ribbons, petticoats and old fur coats and are spending a lot of time talking with great excitement about their design. I’m content to leave them to plan as they are happier being busy.

Martin decided today to drain off some of the heating oil and hide it away, in case marauders come to steal it. As our petrol cans are still full, I’m not sure how what he imagines he can store it in, but he says he will hide it in the inspection pit which is beneath the concrete floor of the garage. I have to admit that is a really good idea, although generally the pit is very damp and waterlogged.

Later, when I went to collect the eggs, I found him rummaging in the recycling wheelie bin for containers. He found several plastic juice and milk bottles and I found two eggs.

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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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