Flashes before your eyes

Well, the electrician came. Took him two hours to tell me what I told him when he first arrived; basically that the wiring's rubbish. It also took seventeen blackouts in the space of ten minutes, plus him electrocuting himself twice; and then he nodded and said that there did seem to be a problem, yes, and that actually maybe I'd been right in the first place. Then he rigged up something temporary, said he'd be back on Thursday, and departed, leaving things worse than they were before he came. There's nothing quite like a professional.

( Torchie rambling under here )