So... I endure a lot living in our little hovel of awesomeness:
- no heat
- gaping hole where the leaking fireplace used to be (exterior render blew out, and that's the job holding everything else up)
- we have no kitchen
- the electric shower stopped turning off via its button a couple months ago, so now we turn it on by turning on the water supply at the valve using a flathead screwdriver and then turning on the mains power to it, and then reversing that operation after the shower (which makes for a very cold exit if you're slow to turn off the water after unpowering the thing!). We will replace it when we redo the bathroom... after we build a kitchen...
- ... And now the lightbulb has blown in the utili-kitchen, and we don't have any spare bulbs.
I was going to "borrow" a bulb from the spare room, but I can't reach the ceiling fixture, even standing on a box. So I went to the utili-kitchen to get the step stool, only to find that the washing machine shimmied forward the last time it ran a spin cycle just enough to block me getting the stepstool out from under the sink where we store it.
So I gave up on replacing the bulb and just rushed to do as much prep as I could this afternoon before it got dark. But I still had to do the actual cooking in the dark. And then I went to turn on the hallway lights, and they've blown, too! Now the back of the house is all darkness.
I seriously feel like I'm camping in my own house. I need this visa crap to hurry up and finish so I can have a normal life in a normal house.
On the bright side, we moved in just about a year ago, exactly, and I received a card in the post "from my house" (my husband wrote it). It made me stupidly happy. For all my complaining, I
love my house... or its potential, at least.
