Sunday, March 29, 2009
Last night after dinner, we turned off all the lights in the house, and sat outside, with rugs on our laps, in candlelight to celebrate Earth Hour. (We were a tiny bit late, after a couple of glasses of a good Italian red.) It felt a bit like camping, everyone round a table playing word games, telling stories about power cuts, giggling. Why does it feel like such a novelty to turn off the lights for an hour? Why are candles so romantic? J drove the girls up to Mulholland and reported back that great swathes of the city had turned out their lights. It's like a big stadium cheer for the environment. Can we do it again today?