Sparks fly

After a few days hiatus in between cupboard removal and arrival of the electricians, during which we prepared three not-quite-so-enormous-as-usual-on-account-of-some-neighbours-being-away salads for the annual neighbourhood barbecue, and attended said barbecue, and spent a day recovering from said barbecue... the first fix for the electrics got underway.

And after two days, we had a lot more holes in the ceiling than we're used to - 12 to be precise - along with copious amounts of trunked twin-with-earth and some scars in the plaster where the wall lights used to be. There were also some forlorn little dusty holes where the old power sockets lived, sharing wall space with some equally dusty holes in new positions which weren't quite so forlorn, being tightly packed with coils of more twin-with-earth eagerly awaiting their double socket covers.

Did I say it would get worse before it got better? There's a way to go yet in the "worse" direction.