I was lying in bed yesterday morning dreaming of candyfloss clouds and lollipop trees when I heard the front doorbell go.
I looked at the alarm clock and it was 7:25 am and in walked a full squad of electricians with the joyful news that they were going to replace all the old fuse boxes with circuit breakers and every socket in the house with earthed sockets. OK I wasn’t too happy, especially when they cut the power to the whole house and I couldn’t even go to the toilet as we have no window in the bathroom and the fuse box is right outside the bathroom door, but this is Scandinavia and you get used to the fact that tradesmen start work at 7am and not the usual 2pm as in Scotland.
When I came back at night (about 8pm) I found Maria sitting in the dark because they had changed all our sockets and now only 2 lights in the entire house worked. I have to say she was taking it very calmly, only making death threats towards the electricians, the landlords and their families.
I made some hashed job alterations so that we didn’t have to sit with candles all night, but the work certainly doesn’t pass BS 7671 regulations. I was at the store today buying new fixtures and I’m going to have to get home before it’s dark to re-wire our light fittings.
Bob Dylan was in Stockholm last night, so this is a fitting song for my landlord… “Dear landlord, Please don’t dismiss my case. I’m not about to argue, I’m not about to move to no other place. Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true, And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you.“‘
What a singer. Who would think you could torture cats in such a semi-tuneful manner!
Perhaps he should stick to the painting…… oops, forgot.