This morning began, as many mornings in Cyprus do, with optimism and a power cut.
At precisely 8am, the electricity vanished. Didn't flicker. Didn't hesitate. It just vanished. Apparently it was a planned outage. The only missing element in this plan was informing anyone.
So, by 9am, the Armou area had reverted to 1890. Kettles silent. Wi-Fi blinked its last and the modern age politely withdrew into silence until the witching hour of 2pm arrived and power was restored.
Undeterred, I decided to...