Last evening after supper, just when I was gearing for a spot of blogging, the lights gave a pathetic flicker and died. I still don’t know whether that was a session of planned load-shedding, or a fault that got fixed after a couple of hours.
Anyway, in trying to do a back-to-back plug the day before I had inadvertently got both the main and the earth leakage off, and the main refused to budge back on again (yes, I did reverse it first). Finally we called a jack-of-all-trades friend in, and after battling with it for some time he assaulted it with the handle of a large screwdriver. That sorted it.
In the process of doing this I had to unpack a whole lot of the CDs I keep in a mixture of self-made and bought racks I have mounted on the wall in my study right up to the ceiling, and when it came to replacing the dislodged ones I thought I might as well add a new rack I recently found at the flea market, as well as re-sorting all of them into some sort of sequence. Yes, it was a tall order!
Operating with two rechargeable lights, I then took down and re-sorted all 285-odd CDs alphabetically into one-composer classics, two or three-composer classics, medleys of classics, opera works, folk songs, blues, rock-and-roll, musicals, and sundry. The gap in the middle is giving access to the DB Board. I now realise that for my next act I will need to shunt some of them into my newly-attached top rack so as to create gaps in the categories for when I make new purchases.
In the process I rediscovered my CD of ‘Soft Bomb’ by ‘The Chills’. The number ‘Water Wolves’ has long been a favourite of mine; it is an amazing mix of beat, violin instrumental, changing moods, and modern ballad. A real ear-worm. Unfortunately YouTube won’t let me put it on the blog, and if I transferred it from the CD I suppose I would be infringing copyright. If you have any better luck in playing it, I can recommend that the effort will be worthwhile.
P.S. To play ‘Water Wolves’ courtesy of Sue W click on the one in comments immediately before my comment starting, ‘Brilliant! . . .’