Dear ECG... (a slightly delayed day 22)

Dear ECG,

I am at my wit's end. This "lights out" business has gotten out of hand.

Never mind that I have to pick out the clothes that don't need ironing for work in the morning as I have been unable to iron the night before.
Never mind that I can't sleep as it's 28 degrees outside AND inside in the middle of the night as the ceiling fan isn't working.
NEVER MIND that I can't even make a cup of tea to settle my nerves during this distressing time because my kettle won't switch on.

It's fine. Just fine. You keep turning off the electricity.

But rest assured, that if any of your technicians ever step foot in London town I will make it my personal mission to find their electricity line and cut the power to their hotel room.

I'd like to see you cope without electricity when it's -2 degrees.

How d'you like me now?

Just be grateful that I'm leaving in a week and overlooking this series of unfortunate events. Otherwise I'd be suing the company for gross negligence and seeking compensation in the form of several truckloads of Fan Ice to take back to the UK.

Just be grateful that I'm willing to look past your incompetence as it has allowed me to spend more time with my cousins, relaxing outside the house at night (as it's so much cooler), listening to music and watching the traffic go by (whilst eating Fan Ice, of course) as well as the fact that I can actually see the stars a million times better when the whole city is under complete darkness, and that, actually, the gas stoves we have mean I'm never really without a cup of tea.

Just be grateful.

Yours sincerely,



A Very Unhappy Londoner who had to postpone this blog post due to another night of lights out and an uncharged laptop.

P.S. As I write this, the lights are out.

True story.




ECG stands for Electricity Company Ghana.
Don't worry, tempting as it is, I won't actually be sending this letter.
And yes, the lights really are out, again, for the third time in 60 hours, at the time of publishing this post.