I had the electricians in again yesterday; that's three times in a week. This time it was because the people who fixed everything on Monday had left some wires in my fusebox unconnected ‘because they couldn't work out what they were for’. A couple of days later I found out: they were the power to my outhouse. So someone had to come back in a hurry yesterday and reconnect it.

It all makes work for the working man to do, but it isn't traditionally the same working man every time. Ho hum.

Fortunately this didn't require me to take yet more time off work, because I was off work anyway for furniture delivery. My study is now full of enormous desks, so I can use my computers without hunching painfully over tiny picnic tables. Parts of the house are now beginning to look vaguely like I originally intended it to.