At spot on midnight, like some portent, Robyn started screaming. My wife got up go dodo her and settle her back to sleep, only she would have but when she flicked the light all power was off.

Clearly it falls to the man to have to check WTF was going on (sigh, stereotypical perhaps, but that’s just the way it is). We have a kick ass giant torch with a massive long lasting battery - but it was two floors down in a cupboard under the stairs. How stupid is that, we have emergency stuff where there is no hope you can saftly get to it in the dark.

I’d been listening to an audiobook on my 4G iPod, I find it a great way to fall to sleep, last night it was Virtual Light by William Gibson. So I roll over, grab the pod and set the backlight to stay on, bathed in a pale blue glow I pick my way down the stairs and to find the torch.

Is there nothing the iPod cannot do?

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