Life is not about getting through the storm, it’s about dancing in the rain.

We played at “Power Cuts” when I was little during the early Seventies.

There were many power cuts and they lasted a long time for boring political reasons. However, it was so exciting to be without electricity that my friend and I would recreate it in my room by drawing the curtains and pulling the blankets over our heads, making ghost noises, then shrieking wildly and collapsing in giggles. It was like camping but at home with teddies and snacks, and a working toilet.

Apparently you can’t do that when you are an adult. Apparently it’s not appropriate.

At least, if you do, the children roll their eyes and probably mentally run through some gothic fantasy where they are trapped with a madwoman in a spooky house and are about to find out there’s an axe murderer loose in the village. Well, two out of three isn’t bad.

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3 thoughts on “Life is not about getting through the storm, it’s about dancing in the rain.

    • the joy of children leaving home is (1) regaining control of the TV, (2) eating dinner off my lap in front of said TV, and (3) doing what I want when I want without a chorus of teenage disapproval and cynicism 🙂

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