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Well, that's a nuisance. Something's wrong with my oven, or at least, with the electrical part of it. My hob and my microwave (which are on separate circuits) are both working fine, so I won't starve, and certainly it would have been worse if the fridge/freezer had gone, but still... annoying.

Must ask friends at work if they know any good local electricians.

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On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood;
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.

Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare;
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.

The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
Today the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.

-- A. E. Housman