I’d been on at him for years about that wiring.
He said I was moaning, that he’d had enough of it at work all day and that when he came home all I did was nag. I wasn’t nagging. I didn’t think so anyway. I just wanted it fixed. It was an accident waiting to happen. He knows that now of course.
I got a man in, in the end. All done within 20 minutes. He said that if I’d left it much longer there was a chance someone would electrocute themselves.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
Great photo this week from Ted Strutz, I do hope this little tale does it justice. Thanks to Rochelle, as always, for hosting and for all your feedback and love. I’m looking forward to reading what you have in store.