Early evening and the howling hounds of a cold winter wind are prowling around the house. The power has just gone and the world is black. Pitch-black. Stage 6 black. By the light of my cellphone I shuffle to the dining room where I keep a tray-load of candles at the ready. (Naturally the rechargeable lamps have not been charged.)
I set to work on the candles and soon the house looks like the Notre Dame at
