This resulted in a blackout in the middle of the 60 Minutes
interview with the Victoria Cross winning Aussie digger
and just before the seasonal tornado hunters article.
Ah issues and dramas.
Punky Pete making the most of the hot water left in the kettle,
with a luke warm coffee (no he is not Mormon)
and a bit of light from one of my handy dandy lanterns.
Matches remain in the same place they got put after the last big shake.
Last June, not long after the fourth really big earthquake
I was at National Fieldays.
For those who aren't in the know,
Fieldays are four days of agricultural exhibitionism with stands from
ag companies displaying their wares from tractors to tasselled alpaca fleece scarfs,
spades to sausages sizzles, gumboots to gumtrees and everything in between.
There are brilliant sales of all sorts of things.
I tackled the camping gear suppliers and got extra discounts
because of all the earthquakes disasters we'd been having.
Yay cheap lanterns that work like expensive ones,
because they are them!
When there's a blackout, even with lanterns
the only thing to do is go to bed and sleep through it
with hopes it will be over when you wake up.
And it was.
Monday evening arrived and brought this Southerly front with it.