i cannot begin to tell you the ordeal we've had with our electrics. completely dull to recount but anything but dull to live through.
for those who don't know, we've built our house from scratch. this means the electricity had to be connected to the mains. we had a decent guy, who trained in Germany, to fit everything. that's a big deal because here there's no such thing as regulations for tradespeople - anyone can fit your electrics or plumbing, and many do it themselves. on the plus side, no paperwork and cheap labour. on the minus... well, that's obvious. so we were chuffed to know of this guy who had some actual training.
yet we've had problem after problem. a couple of weeks back after a storm, the electrics cut off at the switchboard, and when Husband flicked it all back on, the entire house buzzed! a lightbulb sizzled and rained down sparks where the Wildlfower was standing. scared the crap out of me. a girly yelp may have escaped my lips. and later Husband almost electrocuted himself testing a socket.
long story short, we had thought that we'd found the cause of the problem. the way it is here it's who you know, our builder introduced Husband to local Electrics Big Shot, and it turns out that the problem is serious and not in the least sorted out.
so he told us to turn off anything unnecessary, and he'll be here tomorrow. of course, time here runs differently to where you are. so tomorrow is a flexible concept.
in the mean time, we're waiting on a pump guy because our water pump blew up with a power surge, and looks like the underfloor heating in the bathroom did as well. costly? likely, but we're crossing everything that the pump is under warranty. we're just about broke, so the word replacements, and the phrase, have to take up the tiles, don't fill us with joy.
you're crossing stuff for us, right?