Gerard left us about 12.30pm so we turned on the TV to watch the Test Match (gee the Aussies are doing well with 2-0 so far and possibly will take the Ashes if they win this match tomorrow). Had only been sitting there in the cool for about 5 minutes when off went the power. Phil and I just sort of looked at each other and proceeded to turn off all the switches. It's funny you always forget one or two don't you?
I left it a short while before telephoning faults only to be told (by a voice) that there was a power outage in ours and the next adjacent suburb and it should be restored by 4pm. I just needed to hear that as truly I do not stand up to the heat very well. I then remembered I have a small fan that you can clip on to desk top or similar so off to find it and popped in a couple of batteries. It was a life saver as I then sat at my desk and wrote out Christmas cards (boy, am I running late this year).
My daughter telephoned while the power was still out and it's amazing how, when you have something nice to do, you really don't notice the heat quite so much. We had a lovely long chat and while we were talking the power came back on much to my relief. At least it didn't happen on one of the two recent days when the mercury reached 41º Celsius (106F); one must be thankful for small mercies.
Our heatwave is over for now and the days will be cooler from now on....28º-30ºC (82-86ºF) which is at least bearable. A couple of weeks back when I realised the third test match would be played here in Perth I said to Phil "You can expect some very hot weather over those 5 days" and I was right. Nearly every time there is a test match played here the weather warms up. I watch the TV and wonder to myself why are those men standing out in the hot sun all day with 20,000+ spectators sitting out in the sun watching them. I guess it takes all sorts but me? I'm an inside person during our hot summers.
