Blackout
The leccy's gone off. Never mind; the batteries power the lights and the fridge. The kettle sits on the hob, which is gas.
The white dot is a mysterious light that seems to be sending a morse code message. Here, it's cutting a dash.
Given it's so dark outside, you'd think there'd be a star or two to see; sadly not: it's overcast.
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