Thursday, 25 April 2013


The interior of my meter cupboard is terrifying. For years I had never seen it because a pleasant tall man would come, gaze at the meter, click his tongue in sympathy, write something down and go away. But now I never have such a visit and I have to get a ladder and a torch and climb up there, press a little button, squint at the day figures, ignore the one that looks like reading but is the date and another that is, deceptively, the time and finally achieve the night digits.(The two rarely add up to the total given and so I have to begin again.) Worst of all I need to brave the family of HUGE hairy spiders who dwell there and adore being in the limelight for ten minutes, running around before preening themselves and posing egotistically. Perhaps I shall just stop using any electricity at all!