On post-purchase experiences

It was a Sunday morning.

My wife and I had just returned from the local farmers market with bags full of food for the week.

“What do you want for breakfast? “ I asked as I slid the last carton of eggs into the fridge.

Jo thought about it for a second, “steak and eggs.”

I slid the eggs back out and started to get everything ready.

I was just getting ready to drop the steaks in a pan when the lights flickered.

A second later, they turned off.

Then came the kettle, then the dishwasher.

Everything that was on in the kitchen simply powered down.

I walked out of the kitchen and tried the lights in the hall — nothing.

As I walked to the fuse box I got a nose full of the acrid burning smell you only get when an electric wire burns through.

I quickly turned off the main breaker and had to break the news to Jo.

“ We’ve no electrics. Something has burned out and this isn’t something I can fix”.

10 minutes later we were on the phone with the emergency electrical line who assured us someone would be with us soon.

That was at 11 AM.

We waited until 6:30 PM for anyone to come.

In that 7 and a half-hour period, we heard nothing from the emergency electrician.