I have to admit that I am only one step removed from the old lady who used to stick sticking plaster over all the plug sockets before she went to bed at night to make sure no electricity escaped.
When I had a lantern fitted by the front door the electrician found all sorts of things wrong with the electrics in the bungalow. I asked him immediately to put the work in hand= you can't afford to mess with electricity. So this morning he began. By lunch time he had come across two or three extra problems but fortuitously my son and his wife called and my son was able to call the electrical company and various arrangements were made. The upshot is that they are coming tomorrow afternoon to do some work. Hopefully everything will be well by the week end. Because of a hearing problem I find telephone conversation quite difficult.
When I got up this morning the central heating had not come on. It was a bitterly cold, frosty morning and I remembered that once last year I had to press the reset button on the boiler. Fortunately that is exactly what had happened and I had to reset the boiler before it would work. Once that was done everywhere was warm in no time. I think it is something to do with the gas boiler being on an outside wall.
Having had a man about the place for most of my life I am ashamed to say that I give up on things like this rather quickly, but when I have to do it I find things easier than I anticipated and get quite a kick out of doing something right. (so far).
We really are having such beautiful weather = blue skies, no wind and a quite warm sun in the middle of the day - but at night there are sharp frosts. Looking out just before bedtime (when Tess goes out on to the lawn for her final wee) if the sky is full of stars then I know it will be frosty next morning - it is the price to be paid. My poor pansies are droopy every morning, pick up during the day as the sun warms them and then droop in the frost again at night. I wonder how long they can keep it up.