Thank heavens for Prometheus

I find it funny how after millennia of evolution, we can still be turned into gibbering wrecks if the lights go out. Last night I was lying in bed reading a Terry Pratchett book “The Wee Free Men” – I was putting off going to sleep as it’s a rather scary book (if you’re me), and I wanted to reach a point in the book that wasn’t so scary. So here we are in the book, where nightmares are coming true and nothing can be depended upon, and boom – power cut. I lay there pleading for the lights to come back on, made a very mad (and brave) scrabble for my mobile under the bed (the little green light of sanctuary – didn’t find it) and then called to my Dad to open the door. This didn’t make it any lighter but it’s easy to wander about in the dark when other people are doing it as well. So one lighter and a trusty tealight later and I’m back in bed. I made sure the lighter, mobile and candle were all very close to hand and got a small iron weight to keep away the faeries with (don’t ask). Even then I was awake and alert for another half hour. And there is no logical reason for any of it. None!