Well come 9pm Jordan shouts from the shower "oi turn the lights back on" at the same time Nic shouts from the bedroom "can you smell fire" so thinking the trip switch in the garage needed flicking back on i troop out to the garage flick the switch the spark that flashed out illuminated the dark garage.
By now upstairs jordy still showering in the dark and Nicole is moving all the furniture I offered advice "Nic its not the plug sockets that is the problem its the lights." I guessed this based on the facts that the lights were off and the tele still on seemed logically but Logic was meet with a Shut Up nothing new there. By now the smell was weakening. So i ventured into the loft. Boy it smelt strong up there. Which i knew was not a good sign. After a bit of poking around no signs of Fire Any way drama over no Fire Brigade needed.
The electrician returns Saturday and removes the offending light in our room (see Photo) a mass of black melted wires and scorch marks on the roof shows how close we came to using the fire service
Any way further work in the loft he emerges with about a 2 foot length of melted wiring that was more a danger than the light fitting itself so thank goodness for the trip switched which turned the electric off and allowed it all to cool down. So a temp fix was put in place. Until the work can be further repaired. Unfortunately that didn't last and by night fall we still had no upstairs lights as once again the system shorted itself out.
Sunday Niel is back I know how he likes his tea now and its ready to hand to him, thinking of getting him his own mug. Mind you he is not stupid turned down some home made cake. In fact this turns out to be a right result the cake is delicious which allows Chris to have more.
He has just left uttering the words there it will be fine, BUT you have my number. Evidently the house is now a priority to be rewired. Deep Joy.
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