Phantom Menace
posted by Missus Boot at 22:20
This week I learned that the electricity in this house doesn't have anything personal against me and doesn't really mean it when it tries to kill me with evil electric blasts, which pleased me greatly.

Over the past five days, I have mostly been negotiating the chaos and incredible amounts of dust created by three electricians who enjoy lots of sugar in their tea. Such fun. As a result, the house now has wiring, lights, plug sockets and a fusebox that don't date back to the late Triassic period. Best of all, I am no longer used as an earth wire as the fusebox has actually been earthed. How nice. I am pleased.