The Lights Go Out and Boredom Ensues

It is a nod to my English heritage to discuss the weather as though it were a perfectly reasonable topic of conversation. Thus, I would like to note that the weather last night was absolutely dreadful... the coldest night of the year and a terrible (and exciting) thunderstorm. Lots of precipitation. We still have no gas bottle for the heater, so the two of us were huddled under a feather duvet and a feather sleeping bag and were watching repeats of repeats of the Simpsons on TV when... There was a huge clap of thunder, a flash of lightening and all of the lights went out, and the television, and all the little lights letting me know that various appliances were standing by. So, we were sitting in the pitch black in the lounge. It was a very dark night. Andy and I were excited for about five minutes and ran around looking for torches and candles, running into corners of tables and tripping over all the shit on the floor as we did so. Our excitement wore off pretty quickly when we realised that we only had two tea light candles in the house and the only torches we had were the ones on the top of our cellphones. AND we had NOTHING to do (we've been going out for almost five years, so a conversation was out of the question of course). The lights came on again after about fifteen minutes. However, two realisations came from this experience: The first is that if there was ever a real emergency (like an earthquake or tsunami) we would be completely stuffed, as we have no emergency kit whatsoever. No candles, no torches, no emergency water bottles. No cans of spaghetti or peaches or black doris plums. Secondly, having no light is really boring.