Petit Dejeuner?

The electrical chaos continues, but we are coping. The new box on the wall replaces the old one in the cupboard. But that channel needs to be filled and plastered, the walls repainted, and some tiles replaced. 

But that can't happen until the earth bonds are properly fixed to  the water inlet and the oil pipe [which goes to the boiler]. Bob's able to do the cabling, then James will come and connect the ends and sign off on the electrics. That sounds so easy - but involves drilling holes in exterior walls, pulling cables through cavities and across the loft and it is not a fast task. I'm glad we can do part of the work ourselves, it would cost a fortune for the electricians to do it all - but technically it is essential [I'm trying not to moan about previous owners cutting corners here] 

Can I help? I said brightly, and Bob suggested I went into the loft, watched for his orange electrician's cable rod appearing, then tugged it across the loft to bring all necessary cable through the hole 

[just by the front door]

Forget cheerful chappy on his knees feeding rod down hole. I was balancing on a narrow joist, supporting a long pole, trying not to fall through the ceiling below. More like Blondin crossing Niagara! But with frequent cups of tea and lots of mutual encouragement we will eventually get this job done.

The trouble is, until it is all finished, the contents of the cupboards are all over the dining table and the work table in the study. There are still boxes in the spare bedroom and it's all feeling rather cluttered.

I'm the sort of person who likes to eat my meals at a table when possible. Thursday we were able to sit outside in the garden. And yesterday Bob said he was going to make a cooked breakfast. It was windy and raining  "so please can you be creative and find us somewhere to sit and eat, Ang?"

I looked around and spotted my French canvas. Aha! I can put our little bistro table into the Futility Room, I thought. So that's what we did. I scribbled a sign on some scrap paper with a Sharpie.

And we enjoyed our Full English with a French Ambience. I even switched on the under-cupboard coloured lights, to detract from the stuff all around us.

Great wiring, and great breakfast - thanks Bob!