Run-On.

Over the course of the past several hours I have been: accosted by a couple of mad women in draggled party dresses and flip-flops wanting me to buy diapers for children they conspicuously didn't have; returned home to discover that the power cut which I believe to have been caused by the same gentle rain that so disarmingly misted the faces of my assailants was ongoing; accessed my apartment through my neighbour's back door (don't); acquired a deeply unwanted appreciation not only for my neighbour's extensive collection of wall-mounted plates, but also her easy-clean psychopath's rug with the laminate cover; rendered the evening meal utterly inedible because I couldn't see what I was doing through the crepuscular gloom; served a makeshift dinner of Fruit Loops with a Power Pop dessert (the latter being another brand of cereal, as opposed to a digestive complaint); skipped bath time because there was no hot water; and, finally, with the totally invaluable assistance of my wife who had by this time returned from work, got the kids into bed and ready for lights out at 7:30pm, at which point the lights promptly came back on.