... err, uncontrolled blackouts as well. We lost power suddenly last night. Literally we and the neighbours were struggling around in the dark. Sure, the street lights were still on but, as it was still well in the 30s, no-one was going to stand around outside in their jim-jams and shoot the breeze.

Any poetry in heat? Not sure.


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