Last year, the house started leaking. My daughter's wall and ceiling stained brown from a leaking pipe and it took a plumber at exorbitant rates to find the leak, and then fix it, which as any gullible punter knows costs double and requires at least 5 visits to numerous hardware shops on behalf of the plumber.
This year, it's the lights. My boyfriend and I decided to rewire our dimmer switches and 'pop!' the lights went. I sit here waiting for an emergency electrician to arrive. I tried calling 8 all of which were 'busy' over Christmas. I was asked to wait until the 2nd of January and with no downstair lights at all, that would be a bit of a hardship.
Pathetic really isn't it? We look at videos of Africa and starving children every year. The pictures of floods in Java with the Tsunami. These people have no electricity EVER and here am I complaining because someone can't get to me for an hour and a half. I have food on my table, hugs in my home and happy, contented healthy children.
I am blessed.
(But I do wish that electrician would hurry up!)