Week 45: Blackout

Type of Writing: This week we had a power cut. Written in the style of a WhatsApp neighbourhood group.



Kim:  Anyone else lost power?

Ryan:                                         Yes, just went when I was changing Kit's nappy.

Annie: So is Kit's butt to blame?

Ravi:  LOL!

Ryan:                                        Ha! No, he's tiny. His butt isn't big enough to cause a solar eclipse.

Kim: I had my tea in the oven. Shepherd's pie isn't going to taste too great.

Annie:  I was just about to watch Pointless.

Ravi:    i'd only just got in from work. put my coat up and then the lights went out.

Annie:  So maybe it's your coat, Ravi. Like Samson, without it we have no power.        

Ravi:  who is samson?

Annie:  Greek myth.

Ravi:  annie I joined this group for gossip and bantz - not for an education.

Annie:   Anyone who uses the word 'bantz' needs educating.

Ravi:  ouch!

Kim:  Any idea when the power's coming back on?

Ryan:                                                      I've just looked online. Says the engineers have been notified                                                                     and are on their way to fix the problem.

Kim:  Too late to save this Shepherd's pie.

Annie:  I'm sure the shepherd will understand.

Ravi: how's kit doing ryan.

Ryan:                                                      He's ok. Harriet has just got in from work. So he's under a                                                                          blanket with her. We've got the torch out.

Annie:  His first blackout. 

Ryan:                                                      Yes, an important milestone. Up there with first smile and                                                                           learning to walk.

Kim:  It sure is cold without the heating on.

Annie:  If there wasn't a pandemic, I'd send Ravi round. He's full of hot air.

Ravi:  that's the second time you got me annie.

Annie:  You're an easy target.

Ravi:  whatever greek myth.

Ryan:                                                      If the power stays off any longer I'm going to have to miss my                                                                   Governors meeting.

Annie:  I didn't know you walk the corridors of power.

Ryan:                                                       Yes, I put my hand up to sanction apostrophe changes on                                                                            school policy.

Ravi:   with great power comes great responsibility.

Annie:   Is it like the Handforth Parish Council meeting?

Ryan:                                                      Yes, exactly like that. I am Ryan Theivamanoharan and I have                                                                   authority!

Ravi:  just imagine you chucking out school governors left right and centre.

Ryan:                                                   Unfortunately I'm just a Staff Governor so I don't have Zoom                                                                    host controls.

Annie:   That's where the true power is. Host controls. It's what Trump, Cummings and                                         BoJo long for. Host controls is the pinnacle, the mountain top, the peak.

Ravi:   MAKE HER STOP!

Ryan:                                                    What do you know? Power is back!

Ravi:   microwave meal for one here I come!!!!

Annie:  Warmed up lasagne for me.

Kim:  Don't think this Shepherd's pie is salvageable.

Ryan:                                               Kit had to eat in the dark. So I'll be fifteen minutes clearing him up,                                                           then Governors.

Annie:  See ya, Jackie Weaver.

Ravi:    bye jackie.

Kim:  Who's Jackie Weaver?

                

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