Yerst, same thing happened to me the other day. Came in, dog shivering (old, hates the cold & nervous in the dark these days) and house in darkness. So I ran about to get the B&S 4kva set fired up. Whilst not REALLY ancient (it's got to be thirty years old I suppose) it is useful and interesting and has seen very little service.
Of course, the petrol is too old, the filter slow and the carb shi**y. So I fix all that in the rain in the garden and by the light of a petrol lantern in the workshop. Brrrm!
I find a lead, plug it in and nip indoors with the other end, running into a four way block. Plug in the TV and a table lamp and the kettle, make a coffee and look out into the street. Darkness. I'm the only one with lights!
Har, har - who's larfing now, O extractors of the urine, Vikings is one thing 'cos I appear on TV from time to time, that seems to be OK - minor celebrity an' all that. But old rusty iron, putt-putting engines in the garden, trailers with gert lumps in, the Volvo with its nose in the air again, with yet another engine in the back that Noah took out of service? Tsk-tsk, he's loosing it you know..............
Blmph............
As I gloat, so all the lights come on in my cul-de-sac.
Bugger.
In the back garden, the end of the silencer blows off the B&S, shattering the quiet darkness with its clamour.
Regards,
Kim Siddorn
- who wishes you and yours all the very best for the Festive season and a cheerful and prosperous New Year.