If LiveJournal had categories (and I suspect it may have just introduced something like them) I would surely make frequent use of one called “When something goes wrong in Robyn’s flat.”
See, it’s an old building. It has polished wooden floors that little insecty things enjoy snacking upon. It has mysteriously sagging ceilings and light switches that light themselves. And, as I discovered last night, dodgy wiring.
I had the heater, my shiny new dehumidifier, and my electric blanket running, each plugged into a power point in a different room with no trouble. Then I went into the kitchen, filled up the jug and turned it on. Sooner after doing that I heard a loud pop/bang noise. A fuse had blown, taking out the power to four of the six power points in my flat (though, mercifully, leaving the fridge and the TV merrily humming along).
So this morning, after consulting with my own personal electric engineer (aka Dad), I took a look at the fuse in question, but it didn’t look blown – neither did any of the other fuses. I replaced all the fuse wires just to be on the safe (?) side, but still no power.
I suspect it’s something to do with this being an old building and probably having mysterious wiring that probably results in me having my neighbours hot water hooked up to my power supply, while my blown fuse can probably be located in a parallel universe.
Sometimes I daydream about living in a nice, new pad without drafts, sudden leaks or things that go bang. Occasionally I dream about owning property (Single, lowish income, living in Auckland? Dream on!), but until such dreams come true, I’m OK living in my old place.
The tile guy came and fixed the leak in the roof. There’s still water in the ceiling that is very slowly dripping away. I suppose it will eventually stop. Or the ceiling will fall down.
I had a dream last night about Michael from NZ Idol. I dreamt I was giving him a ride somewhere and some chick who was a friend of mine, claimed to know him and wanted to come along for the ride. It turned out she didn’t know him and I ended up having to introduce her to him. He was really tired and not in a random fan meeting mood, so things were terse and awkward.
I have ADSL now. It was only $15 a month more than dial-up. More specifically, it’s $39.95 a month and I remember as recently as 1999 when flatrate dial-up was $45. Actually, I was working at Xtra when they introduced a flatrate dial-up plan that was $29.95, compared with Ihug’s $45. Those were exciting times. I had to go in at midnight and upload the webpages.
But I digress. My ADSL connect involved a bit of arsing about and having to call three different helpdesks. One was friendly but unhelpful, one was unfriendly and unhelpful (and he sounded pissed off to have to take my call), and finally one was friendly and helpful and now I have high speed interweb. Actually, I’m mainly getting it so my phone line can be freed up. So far no one has phoned me.
I found a card from a courier saying that a package had arrived for a person who doesn’t lived here. I’d previously had calling cards from the Department of Courts (!) saying that they were looking for this person, and now this mysterious courier package. I’ve been living here for almost a year and a half, and my cousin lived here about a year before I moved in, so something weird is going on. Maybe my address has been randomly given out by some fugitive.
Prime TV are showing the fourth series of Australian Big Brother. It’s just as cool as it’s ever been. They’ve all been made to move their stuff outside and sleep on camping beds. Everyone thinks that Igor and Aphrodite are secretly married, and Krystal has just revealed that she used to be a stripper. Her nom de titty was Delta, because obviously Krystal is no name for a stripper.
I woke up this morning to discover that my bathroom ceiling was dripping. Sometimes it drips with condensation after I have a shower, but this dripping was different. I discovered a small crack in the ceiling and saw water trickle across from that and drip down. Fortunately it’s dripping directly above the bath. Unfortunately the ceiling now has a distinct sag in part of it.
This is what happens when you live in a building with character. It ends up giving you character too.
Excuse me while I phone my landlord.