Dear Liza, dear Liza. Our living room lights decided to stop working last week. If you’re a regular reader, you may already be in possession of the very useful fact that we have 13 lights in our living room.
These are the holes that poor Barry has had to saw into the ceiling that he painstakingly plastered after putting the lights in.
He’s decided to forgo sourcing the problem after we lost count of the holes, and has instead run another wire from the kitchen into the living room, bypassing the problem area before the ceiling fell in on our heads.
Barry’s mum and dad are visiting at the end of next week (for Scarlett’s first birthday, already!), so the pressure’s on to make it right!