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I've found a simple solution to this whole carbon pollution thing - and it doesn't involve a tax that will increase our cost of living and higher power prices.

We all simply need to get an electrician to re-wire our house, and after that none of us will be able to use multiple appliances at once without tripping the goddamn safety switch. As a result, we will never use more than one or two appliances at a time, and will cut down on our carbon emissions.

Granted, the cost of the electrician might be high, however if the government gave us a grant to re wire our house in the same way they were handing them out for solar panels, we would generate new jobs for apprentice electricians as well. There you go, a twofold solution.

Plus, we would probably also generate new jobs in the telecommunications industry as a result of the multiple phone calls we had to make to relatives/friends/said electrician to report and discuss these electrical issues that we were having.

SSS (God love him) seems to have wired something arse about, and this means that I cannot currently boil a kettle without the house being plunged into darkness. Or use a toaster without the same result.

Now I agree, there are other ways to skin a cat (or in this case, boil a kettle), that being the use of gas, and thankfully my stovetop is of the gas kind, so it's the saucepan (for boiled water) and the griller (for toast) for me until SSS comes over AGAIN tomorrow afternoon to see whether he can work out what circuit goes with what switches.

I could take my electric kettle into my bedroom to boil, it works in THERE. But that doesn't feel right....that's the realm of cheap hotels, don't you think? Not at your HOME.

This is in no way a reflection on SSS's abilities as a sparky. Indeed, when I was speaking to him this evening, he was as perplexed as a perplexed thing about why this was happening, and why certain sockets worked with the kettle and others didn't. Nor is it the kettle's fault. Nor the toaster's. Nor anyone's really, I guess it's just one of those things. In fact, I'm not sure I'll ever understand HOW those sparkies can keep track of all those little wires and fuses and things. I reckon it actually takes a fair bit of nouse, which is obviously why they cost so goddamn much!!!!! Dentists, vets and sparkies. kaching kaching kaching.

As a disclaimer, I should note here that I am not actually paying for any of this, as I am living in the family home as one of the stipulations of my father's Estate, so it is 'The Estate' that is actually paying for these not-so-little fixups. But damnation, am I glad I am NOT paying for it, else I would be starting a special little crop in the garage to sell in order to pay the bill.

Which would probably mean I would need an electrician to set up those special blue-green hydroponic lights, and the process would start again. Hydro lights to grow the crop don't work? Well, I think you might need your whole freakin house rewired.


Today's William moment: We got in the car this afternoon to head to our traditional Thursday night fancy restaurant (Maccas), and the most horrible smell drifted up to my nostrils. It was rancid.

In that psychotic mother voice that we sometimes get I said to him "Did you just fart?", to which he replied "Why do you ask?"

So I asked him again: "Did you ju...st....FART?!?!?!?!?!"

"Yes", he said in a matter of fact voice.

"Twice"


Talk tomorrow

Janeane
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