"Siiiimoooon!" you called out impatiently, all snuggled up in the couch blanket, but still not feeling warm enough, without the hubbie by your side.

"Hold on, 'm getting the tea 'n biscs." he grumbles from the kitchen, and soon enough, does come out with the official movie night snacks: two cups of hot tea with chocolate biscuits and crumpets on the side, setting it on the table, and lets out a grunt as he crashes on the couch beside you.

"Bloody finally." he sighs, picking up the remote, and holds it up to the TV—

Something bursts in the walls and the lights go out, just as he's about to flick the telly on. Perks of buying a cheap suburb house, you guess; crappy wiring.

".. box needs a new fuse." he sighs, again getting up with a grunt, and fishes his phone out to turn the torch on, so that he could go fix the elec in the basement.