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Tuesday, October 12, 2004


At 08.13am, the electricity cuts out.

The living room is plunged into darkness.

TV switches itself off.

The Pavoni cappuccino machine splutters and steams up.

The toaster hiccups and ejects half toasted toast.

The computer UPS kicks in with a mournful bleep bleep.

Jacob starts to cry.

Jacob wants the TV back, the lights back on.

Liz asks Max if he thinks Enemalta will compensate small businesses for power outages within her lifetime.

Max wonders if he will have to spend the day walking by the Sliema front, next to the sea, away from his silent monitor.

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