Given that this came on top of a gradually increasing failure of the house electrics (power and light to the attic room first, and then a blown bulb causing the death of the electronics in the security switch on the landing), I lay in bed for several minutes imagining vermin burrowing through the walls, or the total discontinuation of power to the entire house by a prospective burglar. Don't ask me how - my mind gets up to all sorts at three in the morning.
A quick trip to the loo proved that the study still had power - all the computers happily glowing their sickly blue across the carpet - and the alarm panel was still powered up, so I offered a mental shrug to the world and went back to sleep.
Didn't take long this morning to discover the problem lay with a duff bedroom power socket. The one we'd moved in to find with a short length of Sellotape holding the switch in a semi-on-semi-off state. A bit of fiddling soon revealed the socket only received power when the switch was held in this unnatural position and even small movements in either direction caused it to let out an alarming fizzing noise. I moved the extension lead to the other socket of the pair and made a mental note that there would be another socket to replace when the refurbishment timetable eventually rolls around to the master bedroom.
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