Happy Women’s Christmas as it is known locally. To celebrate Mr. Waffle stayed home all morning waiting for the electrician to come. You will recall that the fan in the upstairs bathroom went before Christmas and, despite promises to the contrary, the electrician did not, in fact, come before Christmas. Over Christmas the light went too. We had to rely on these motion sensitive lights Mr. Waffle bought. For reasons which I believe to be obvious, they were not entirely satisfactory.
Anyway the electrician came (promised to be there by 10 arrived at 12) and now we have a light and a fan. Rejoice. Not quite gold, frankincense and myrrh but I’ll take it.
