Let there be light
I wrote last week about the new ceiling.
Since then I have been getting up at the crack of dawn each day to let the builders in, because they insist on starting at the crack of dawn, and I had to let them in.
In case you wonder why it took so long to put up a ceiling, I’d better explain that the roof is supported by old timber beams that look rather nice. So rather than cover up the beams, they put the ceiling in between the beams. So in fact they had to put up twelve ceilings. One between each pair of beams.
They are finished now. They did a brilliant job. It was very hard work, and I learned a lot of new language, and was reminded of some nice words and expressions I’d forgotten.
The electricians are back today to fit the lighting. They arrived this morning. They unscrewed all the light switches so that they are all dangling off the walls. And then they disappeared again.
I think they may have gone off to Dublin to switch off the power station. Just in case. You can’t be too careful with electricity.
So if half of Leinster is plunged into darkness today, I’m sorry. But Herself wants a new ceiling and lighting so we all have to make sacrifices.
You better get out the gas stove just in case you will be stuck for a cuppa in a while!
Someone once told that if you removed an electricians brain from his body and wrapped it in 147 layers of tin foil, then shoved it up a gnats ass, it would roll around like a BB in a boxcar.
Ah! The gas stove! I have to write a post about that, because it is special. I think it should be in the Guinness Book of Records!
Actually, they are back. They were refused permission to switch Poolbeg off, so they are working on live wires again. I have the hospitals on standby and am brewing tea to my heart’s content.
Brian – that is very unfair on electricians. You have to admire people who can take 230V while standing on a steel kitchen sink. I wouldn’t do it!
The gas stove is it gas or a Primus with Meths and parrafin?
No sniffin now!!
Gas.
The Primus is in the garage. I have plenty of paraffin, but I drank the Meths.
Thank God I’m in Ulster …
You’re safe to come back now. They are finished and gone.
We now have a lovely house where if you switch on the kitchen lights, the shower flows hot, and if you switch them off again, the garage door closes. We’re going to have fun..!!
and you thought I was joking about the electricians brain!
I forgot to tell you that your doggy asked my doggy to ask me to ask you to install a switch at paw level so that she can watch TV while you’re in bed.
Is it too late?
230 volts . . you wooses . . 240 down here, we know how to fry the bastards. (Actually both my brother’s are sparks which is probably why 5 of my down lights don’t work! and I have an unconnected Foxtel cable, which I didn’t ask for, sticking out of a 10cm x 10cm hole in my family room wall . . .)
Actually Baino, I thought it was 220V [it always was in the past], but the Gaffer fella told me that it went up to 230V a couple of years ago. They keep sneaking these increases in when we aren’t looking!
@K8 – I asked Sandy about this and she was very indignant. I will let her type in her response….
I nveer asekd antiyhng of the knid. I know vrey well how to sciwth on the tesliovien mselyf and I often wtach Open Uesinrvity. Wdooyja is a stpuid dog anawyy.