I am only kicking myself.
The electrical fella arrived at nine this morning. Why the fuck he started at such an ungodly hour is anyone’s guess. I mean, who the hell is up at that hour?
Luckily I managed to boil a kettle before he plunged the Manor into a state of powerlessness.
I sat there all morning, contemplating my navel, sipping an ever colder mug of tea and wondering what the hell I had done to deserve this.
Then I had my little ‘light bulb over the head’ moment.
Or rather, I didn’t as there was no power for the light bulb.
Let’s just say I had one of my great and famous inspirations.
I remembered that the neighbours are away.
I nipped into their boiler house and sure enough, it is fully wired. They had even left me a spare socket, so out came the extension reel and the job is oxo. I am now sitting pretty with full Interweb access and the kettle is merrily boiling away.
I’m not sure when the neighbours are due back so just in case, I’ll do a better job of concealing the cables tonight and also tap neatly into the circuit so they won’t accidentally remove my power. I know they would hate to see me discommoded.
I’m just kicking myself that I didn’t think of this earlier.
I can sack the electrical bloke now. My fuse problem is sorted.
I hope the neighbour’s fuses are OK though.