Jon next door had a power cut last week. Brian missed the World Cup final. He's talking about suing the power company.
They were dicking about trying to get his power back all night.
Power surge at 3am set out doorbell off, turned most of the lights on and fired up all the TVs in the house. Including the one at the end of our bed. Shit myself. It was like Poltergeist!
Thought it had blown the induction hob. Thank fuck it reset itself. Looked like Brian and his Mrs were going to be numbers 9 and 10 at ours earlier this week but they've sorted them out.
