In a fit of domesticity this weekend we buggered our electrics!! We were in a frenzy of boiling water to do our washing, ironing and cooking but the dodgy circuit board couldn’t hack it and the two kitchen sockets fizzed, popped and conked out. Not to worry we thought, our new handy 10 m extension cable will stretch from the dining room so we rearranged everything and carried on. All seemed fine…
Then on Sunday, after a long hard day in the office preparing our lectures for this week, we got home and set about organising dinner. It was all going so well until the kettle got plugged in – just at the crucial moment there was a flicker and smell of charred plastic – one fried extension cable and another blown socket. What to do??
Not ones to be defeated we decamped to my bedroom to carrying on cooking our macaroni cheese and cauliflower. Although our sense of humour and patience about the whole crappy electrics business was waning, the evening rapidly improved when we watched an episode of CSI and munched on some Minstrels, kindly sent in a b’day package…
Next morning, the plugs having not repaired themselves overnight, we decided we’d better move the fridge to a socket that worked too, just in case . We hauled it onto a grass mat and dragged it down the corridor to Ali’s room. We found a great collection of things behind it – couple of peanuts, an old potato, flying ant wings and some hairballs together with a few unhappy cockroaches.
Luckily, the hospital electrician came to the rescue and we’re now with power again – shame, it was quite fun cooking while sitting around your bed.
Then on Sunday, after a long hard day in the office preparing our lectures for this week, we got home and set about organising dinner. It was all going so well until the kettle got plugged in – just at the crucial moment there was a flicker and smell of charred plastic – one fried extension cable and another blown socket. What to do??
Not ones to be defeated we decamped to my bedroom to carrying on cooking our macaroni cheese and cauliflower. Although our sense of humour and patience about the whole crappy electrics business was waning, the evening rapidly improved when we watched an episode of CSI and munched on some Minstrels, kindly sent in a b’day package…
Next morning, the plugs having not repaired themselves overnight, we decided we’d better move the fridge to a socket that worked too, just in case . We hauled it onto a grass mat and dragged it down the corridor to Ali’s room. We found a great collection of things behind it – couple of peanuts, an old potato, flying ant wings and some hairballs together with a few unhappy cockroaches.
Luckily, the hospital electrician came to the rescue and we’re now with power again – shame, it was quite fun cooking while sitting around your bed.
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