Good morning from a dark and damp Bristol.
Yesterday evening was a bit of a kerfuffle after a quiet, unexciting day.
Around 1/2 past 7, when I was watching the last episode of my Spanish murder on TV, all the lights went off. I checked the fuses, and one had tripped. I checked the neighbours, all their lights were on. I called the electricity bods, and there was nothing wrong on my connection.
I must have walked miles back and forth, resetting the fuse then it would go off between 30 seconds and a minute. I realised that it was only the sockets affected; I only use a standard lamp in the evening, so the “big” lights were working.
I switched off all the sockets, and the jolly thing still tripped.
All their lights were sockets, that is, except the oven which I didn’t know where it was and the washing machine, which I had started, which I couldn’t reach as it is very heavy, especially half full of water…
Eventually, I called DD who didn’t answer the phone; ditto SiL! What to do? She called back, said she’d come over, bringing her FiL with her for muscle power. She’d just collected him from the station.
When they arrived, it was getting quite late for me…. They went through the same rigmarole as me, agreed it must be the washing machine which needed emptying before pulling out. Water all over the floor! Machine pulled out. Bummer! The Lino is torn - rats, just what I didn’t need. Mach8n3 unplugged, fuse reset, all hunky dory.
Problem solved, the go off. The doorbell went within seconds; FiL had left his manbag with his glasses, etc., here. Cue a search everywhere. We finally find it in the shoe rack - the “most obvious place”, not!
Having tried very hard to be independent, I was mortified at needing help from DD and was so very apologetic. She was gracious, but… who knows - pleased to have been asked for help, or annoyed to have been called at night, on a Sunday, after she’d just done her evening church service in central Bristol?
Delighted that it’s only the socket that’s not working, I plug the washing machine in a different socket, it fills, does two swishes, then back to square 1; fuse tripped AGAIN! Re-empty the wretched machine, mop the floor and completely give up.
By this time, it’s nearly 10 pm. I’m so wired that there’s no way I can get to sleep. So I finish watching my programme before going to bed…
This morning, I must all the electrician and hope he’ll come fairly soon; ask a neighbour if they could deal with my wet washing and finally, go to the supermarket.
I’m exhausted by this little “adventure” . I hope the new week is less annoying for you all,that you are feeling better, happier,more cheerful…. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩