! The Dark Night Of The Soul 2

Everything’s going well, you seem to have everything arranged as you like it: you glance into the banqueting hall, the chandelier sparkles above the laden, enticing table; there’s the scent of perfection then the lights go out. Worse, there’s a note in the butler’s pantry: gone elsewhere; you’re in charge. No notice given, not a hint; it was all going so well.. where’s the fuse box? Candles? Torches? You remember, what they said but it didn’t mean anything at the time: when you’ve sorted it all out yourself you’ll be like a different person. Then - everything becomes a delight; everything lit up and sparkling; fragrance and scent around all things; every single thing, its own special flavour.