Viva Brighton Issue #67 September 2018
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COLUMN<br />
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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
The house is quiet and candlelit when I arrive home.<br />
The teenage boys are sitting quietly, absorbed in a<br />
game of Monopoly.<br />
I’d expected to find them agitated and grumpy after<br />
an overdose of online gaming.<br />
“Is it ok if I have friends round for a bit of<br />
technological carnage?” my son had asked, before I<br />
left for a day in London.<br />
He knows that, like all good North Village parents,<br />
I worry about the impact of computer games, while<br />
recognizing they are part of the social fabric of his<br />
generation.<br />
“Make sure you eat first,” I say. “Properly.”<br />
As if green vegetables will protect him from screeninduced<br />
hyperactivity.<br />
“We will,” he replies and I can see that they have<br />
eaten, as soon as I enter the sitting room. It’s littered<br />
with coke cans, bottles of something blue, crisp<br />
packets and sweet wrappers – and board games.<br />
As well as Monopoly, Articulate is out, plus the chess<br />
set and draughts.<br />
“No one left to kill in Call of Duty?” I ask, raising an<br />
eyebrow, which they won’t be able to see in the near<br />
dark.<br />
“Power cut,” my son replies. “There was a massive<br />
thunderstorm and there’s no electricity now.”<br />
“Ah!” I go to the fuse box hoping a flick of a switch or<br />
two will restore it. But nothing.<br />
I go into the street, hoping to find other neighbours<br />
wondering when power will be restored, but see only<br />
the soft glow of electric lights coming from their<br />
homes.<br />
It’s just our house in the dark.<br />
I find a 24-hour electrician. I need to Pass Go to<br />
afford his call-out charge but a credit card will do.<br />
He arrives a couple of hours later, diagnoses dampinduced<br />
short circuiting and says the remedy involves<br />
extensive re-wiring.<br />
It’s late by now and he suggests making a start in the<br />
morning when it’s light. Will you manage without<br />
power this evening?<br />
It seems we will have to.<br />
My son’s friends cannot. They’ve had enough of the<br />
dark and board games.<br />
They leave.<br />
The following week feels much longer than a week.<br />
There are so many electricians pulling up floorboards<br />
and drilling into walls. And so little electricity.<br />
We are reduced to a single power point and a<br />
dangerous-looking array of extension leads. The<br />
boiler is off limits so no hot water. The idiom “we’re<br />
cooking on gas” gets used a lot. It’s the silver lining.<br />
But eventually it’s sorted and everything works again.<br />
And not long after there’s a knock at the door.<br />
It’s one of my son’s friends, one of the candlelit<br />
Monopoly crew; or so I think.<br />
“We have electricity!” I say, triumphantly, as I open<br />
the door to him. “And hot water!”<br />
“Oh, that’s nice,” he says, looking at me nervously.<br />
“Mum,” I hear my son coming down the brightly lit<br />
stairs. “Jem wasn’t here last week.”<br />
I think about telling him we’re playing Monopoly and<br />
I have all the utility companies, but I don’t.<br />
Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)<br />
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