To set the scene: I awoke early and went for an hour-long walk and was back home before the sun had risen. It was rather windy, but not remarkably so. We put a couple of loads of washing on the line. I worked all morning painting in my little outdoor studio. An odd rain (light as feathers) began to float down from an almost cloudless sky so we got the washing in again. I think it was about 100% humidity.
Just before one o'clock I came inside to scrounge something for lunch and that was when there came an almighty 'BANG!' - a sharp crack which seemed to emanate from everywhere in the house at once, and which was followed by a small explosion and sparks in the vicinity of the microwave. My son emerged from his room and said "I think that was a power surge! I heard it through my speakers and on my computer." We went around the house checking on things. There was a loud, ominous hum from the television, so we switched everything off and pulled all the plugs out from the walls, except the fridge, which seemed to be still going, indicating the power was amazingly still on.
|The charger for the modem blew itself up.|
James's laptop charger was smoking
His Laptop, despite showing fully charged, won't start up properly.
His stereo won't go.
The wireless modem's charger had blown itself apart (that was the kitchen fireworks). But the modem itself was, amazingly, ok, when we plugged in a spare charger.
The surge protector on the TV/DVD player/stereo/Apple TV was smoking.
The Apple TV itself is kaput. (The TV, stereo, and DVD player are all ok).
There's no power in my studio. (I'm not sure why this is. I think there must be another trip fuse somewhere that I need to reset).
Everything else seems to be ok, although on showering last night, I wondered about the hot water cylinder. But there's plenty of hot water this morning. Phew.
The reason for the excitement was that the lines to my neighbour's and my house pass through some trees (on the road verge) that my neighbour hates to trim. In the past when the council have approached him, he has kicked up bobsy die, and claimed that as he planted them, he doesn't want them touched (his house is very close to the road and they do provide a good screen). The wind yesterday was obviously the last straw for them. The lining wore off the last one, they touched, and bang! Half the road had to be blocked off in rush hour yesterday while they trimmed the trees (no choice for my neighbour) and mended the lines.
|Rush hour traffic diverted for only two homes|
We spent the evening looking for receipts and original boxes.
Thank goodness for insurance. It's a pity I'll be down the $250 excess, however. I'll just have to sell an extra painting.