Let there be light! And there wasn’t.

Mourn for your ipods. The electricity is off for the day, something vital needs doing in the bowels of the village. People are hanging around on the streets with a slightly bereft look: so much we do depends on it.

My old coke-fired Aga is unaffected. I can cook, make tea and snuggle beside it with a book and well-charged laptop. I can also revive a premature lamb in the bottom over, as per Yorkshire myth, should a distraught farmer come calling with one.