So, Lauren and Chrissy are coming down today, we’ve given the place a little bit of a once over (bathroom needs doing, and that’ll do us); bizzarely this has prompted me to finally (finally’s a bit extreme really, it’s only been a week or two); get around to replacing the light switch in the kitchen. Not that there was anything wrong with it, apart from being manky. And the 1970s decision to replace screws with plastic? Not so hot.
We’d taken it off the wall while we painted and for the last couple of weeks it’s been held loosely in place by one of the plastic screws which, while I attempted to undo it, snapped in half.
Still, a pair of pliers and some patience had it out of the wall, and the kitchen light switch replaced with a more modern looking one. I then wandered upstairs and did the two bedrooms, but, annoyingly can’t do the stair-one (which really needs replacing because the rocker’s awful on it) because while I stood in B&Q and thought about the number of lightswitches that need replacing (7) and therefore opted to buy a multipack (5) I didn’t think that the stair ones (2, but one’s a double and was going to wait anyway) are two-way. Well, one of ’em is.
Still, it’s handy that I didn’t get all 6 because I actually have enough places to use the lights up, it’s just annoying I couldn’t do that one at the top of the stairs while the power was off.
I also spent 5 minutes throwing the plastic ducting onto the wall (ducting? pipe-things, y’know, for wire) by the extractor fan – thus making it look marginally neater than the wire trailing across the wall. This is, one presumes, one of the few benefits of waking up at 6:30 every day.
In other news: this is making me want to live in Vancouver (community market! zines! cool bookstores!). It’s funny, because the house is finally getting to the stage where it’s honestly just a pleasant place to spend time. It’s light and airy, and warm (most of the time) and clean, (much of it). And if it were in Canada I’d actually really like it. I do really like the house. Just it’s in the wrong place. And we need a garage.
