Simpler times

My parents flew down from Singapore on Tuesday morning. The night before, very conveniently, all the electricity in our flat went. Apparently, Stuart Little somewhere, chewed up some of our cables, and the stupid mouse got fried in the process, blocking the electricity flow. So for the last four days, we have been using electricity from this socket conveniently located just outside the flat. Our bathroom is lit in candles, we have 6 plug extensions snaking all across the floorboards, and decisions constantly have to be made, when choosing to sacrifice either charging our laptops or watching a DVD.

And since the washing machine clearly can't run without power, I had to go down to a laundrette today, for the first time in my life, carrying my big basket of laundry, paying 3 quid to wash them, and sitting there watching them spin away for 35mins. It was so...Friends-esque. It's actually quite entertaining watching the different cycles of a washing machine (or am i just going soft..?). Another reason why it felt quite surreal is cuz I was surrounded by Americans, and you know how friendly they are, more so in a laundrette. Even with a book in hand, I couldn't escape the clutches of the over-friendly, bored American tourist doing his washing...