The husband is in a right tizzy. The electricity has gone off yet again and he has missed half of the Alan Titchmarsh show and says if he misses CSI he is going to go ballistic missile. The odd thing is, when there was an outage during the thunder and lightning storm it only lasted for about an hour and a half. I can’t be sure because I wasn’t clock watching at the time. One can accept that the power lines can be damaged in bad weather. What is confusing is that today there is hardly a breeze. The girl at NIE said the team trying to fix the fault were finding that the fuses kept blowing. She also said the damage may be down to birds flying into the power lines. My neighbour was told the same thing. Apparently geese can smack into electricity wires although they must be blind and stupid. The one’s we see fly way above the poles and as far as I know, no one has found a fried goose anywhere around here.
I have been moaning about our unpredictable electricity supply for years.
Ms Natasha McGee of NIE went to great lengths to explain that there are a number of things that can affect supply. One is an automatic cut off programmed into the system so that it shuts down if it thinks it has experienced a fault. Or should that be potential fault?
Next thing we will be told is that flying saucers caused the lines to come down.
It is no wonder electricity is so expensive. They have all this technology yet the network isn’t fit for purpose.
Thankfully my computer is charged and I can moan away to my heart’s content … that’ll be the day as John Wayne would say.
The husband on the other hand is going mental and now the Rock has started crying. He is a sensitive wee dog and knows when his daddy is scunnered. To be fair he has a point. Playing draughts by candle light only lasts for two games. His heart isn’t in it and I will beat him. He wants to see CSI. It is 9.05pm. NIE said it would be 9.00pm before power was restored. The husband is growling. He says how the F**k do they know that, when they don’t have a clue what the problem is? He says he is so feckin’ angry his head is going to explode. This is coming from the most laid back, kind and gentle man I know but missing Lesser Spotted Ulster from Kilraughts has pushed him over the edge.
NIE need to get their finger out. Or whatever it is they do. Stick their finger in a socket and get a buzz. After the fiasco that was the ice storm and the absence of repair crews around Calhame, Kilraughts, Killyrammer, Loughguile Ballycastle et al one would think they had learned a lesson. It seems not. The husband spent days looking for repair crews.
NIE kept insisting that there were area’s that were difficult to access. Tell that to the people who drove past poles listing to the side on their way to work or to get a shower at the Joey Dunlop Leisure Centre.
What about the people who had no water because the electric pumps didn’t work. The person I spoke to about it said that was Water Service’s problem.
If there is no electricity then Water Service isn’t to blame unless we are connected to a hydroelectric system. Now there’s a thing.
I wrote a piece about our 65 plus hours in the dark. Someone wrote a story for The Chronicle in the same vain as mine so there you go. Thankfully her husband is as handy as mine … albeit not as grumpy.
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