About two hours on this occasion, affecting a very odd sprinkling of houses in our road. All to do with losing one of the three phases of the mains supply according to an electrical neighbour, while I prefer the story about electricity sub-stations areas having the complexity of congressional districts in the USA. All down to the twists and turns of speculative building operations on the day.
The lens in my telephone is clearly having the same trouble as those in my eyes with flames.
We learned a bit later on that one can read to candles quite comfortably, provided one is quite near them and the book is angled right. Must have been a prodigious fire-risk in the olden days.
PS: the top lifts off the base of the candelabra, which would then make a very nasty blunt instrument, of a variety which regularly turns up in murder mysteries on ITV3. Note the substantial slice of home made wholemeal, bottom right - while BH sticks with sliced.
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