Sniffing sockets
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?
August 20th, 2009
Oh Wendy….sounds electrifying! I do hope that electrician doesn’t leave you with the hairs standing up on the back of your neck (well, depending on how good looking he is, that could well be a good thing ho hum).
I’m so glad to be back off my holidays to be able to post lavatorial humour style comments on your blog – especially when the anti spam word happens to be ‘lavatory’
Me….obsessed with your anti spam word generator…you bet!
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August 20th, 2009
My anti-spam word’s “spanking”…
Ah.
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