I’ve just had my first true Renovation Meltdown which, given the past twenty four hours isn’t entirely unreasonable.
I was washing the ceiling rose to get the last of the residue off when I suddenly smelled smoke. There was a small burst of flame and the wiring blew in the light fitting. Water and electricity do not mix.
Luckily no one was hurt (except my pride) but it was the catalyst for an emotional overload as I just wanted to get one job finished. The wiring wasn’t the only thing to blow in the front room this morning.
I’m feeling better after a coffee and a sit down but the first homeless renovator’s tears were shed… they won’t be the last I suspect!