I should have known yesterday was going too well.
Last night I had a call from the electrician to say that he would be around this morning to sort out our electrics. The old electrics in this house are a mess, and as we have been renovating one end of the house, Neil has been putting all the wires in place to be connected, but in the meantime we have been using a shocking (no pun intended ) old system of wires.
In my excitement to clear paths to all the sockets last night (previous comments about clutter come back to haunt me), I knocked a plastic box against one of the old wires, there was a spark and the part of the house I am using was plunged into darkness.
I called Neil in the UK and asked where it may have tripped and what I could do about it. In the cellar was the reply.
Unfortunately we have now replaced the hatch to the cellar with a concrete floor so the cellar is only accessible by a ground level window at the back of the house. Needless to say it was pouring with rain and I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.
Lack of power here means lack of modem, which means lack of phone, so I was unable to call anyone to help although I wasn’t keen to as it was ten oclock at night.
I decided to just flick the main power off to disable it completely so we would at least be safe for the night and so with nothing else to do I went to bed, climbing up the ladder in pitch darkness with only a silly wind up torch to guide me.
So this morning I have my trusty le cruset kettle on the woodburner and I am writing this on battery power on the computer waiting for the electrician to come and save me.
I am only hoping his plans haven’t changed, as he couldn’t let me know even if he wanted to……..
He's here now, power is on, house is safe. Stop worrying mother!!