In the middle of the night, in the middle of the blackout, I have a belly ache. Five hours ago, we ate the chocolate ice cream and cooled the last of the drinks with the few remaining ice cubes as we watched from the 12th floor as the sun went down leaving the City in darkness. Now, Kingston glows and whirrs at 3 am. So do my insides.
For some reason we are up and running ahead of much on Ontario and the north-east States. Film at 11.