You know what's fun?
When, the night before a 70% exam, dodgy wiring in a light blows the entire lighting circuit of your apartment. Or maybe just one (50s era) fuse. After the real estate agent closes. While you're in the middle of cooking dinner. Hoo-ray.
Being Miss Independent Woman, I've called my (wonderful) Dad, who's coming out from Scarborough to see if there's anything he can do. Hopefully, it's just a blown fuse and not the entire apartment's wiring. Yay for Dads who are qualified to deal with this sort of thing! AND who will drive a loooong way to help out. <3
ps. One other thing I'm thankful for: the one and only plug-in light in my apartment, which is being dragged to any room I need light in. It was a birthday present from a friend many years ago. Thanks, Maricar - I liked it already, but now I love it.
Being Miss Independent Woman, I've called my (wonderful) Dad, who's coming out from Scarborough to see if there's anything he can do. Hopefully, it's just a blown fuse and not the entire apartment's wiring. Yay for Dads who are qualified to deal with this sort of thing! AND who will drive a loooong way to help out. <3
ps. One other thing I'm thankful for: the one and only plug-in light in my apartment, which is being dragged to any room I need light in. It was a birthday present from a friend many years ago. Thanks, Maricar - I liked it already, but now I love it.