The TV remote isn’t working….
No, Wait. it’s the TV that isn’t working…
Oh, actually its the socket that isn’t working….
Hang on, its the ring-ciruit that isn’t working.
Ah, the fuse flipped while I was out. Probably some freak lightening storm over the Wendy House. Wish I’d seen that!
During the diagnostic process I discover that the Wendy House has at least two separate electric rings in the front room alone!
BANG! the fuse flips again. No lightening storm in range. Odd. I flip the fuse back on
BANG the fuse flips again. Darn, its clearly broken and not fixing itself. I call dad who walks me through a cunning diagnostic process that includes sniffing sockets and plugs, switching various things on and off. Using dad’s excellent problem-sourcing strategy I find the wiring of one socket is causing the banging.
With a message left on an electricians answer machine I’m about to discover the joys of having my sockets seen to. I’m rather looking forward to it, aren’t you?