Reading a paperback by candlelight might sound romantic. Alas, it is a fucking pain.
‘I can’t read the unmasking,’ I told Arkwood, ‘cos a wax dripping has sealed the last few pages.’
Arkwood twisted the hem of his nightgown and frowned. ‘Perhaps I will fetch a pail of water from the well and boil us some hot potatoes on the grate.’
I was angry. ‘Or perhaps just phone and electrician and get us back into the 21st century!’