Bedroom Electricity

Fester first got his feet under the table in this house in August 1993.

Before going away on holiday I turn off almost everything that doesn’t need to be powered while we are away; for safety as well as cost.

The twin electrical sockets in our bedroom are behind the bed, the most awkward spot they could be, so everything there is run off a pair of extension leads. The one on Fester’s side has switches next to the sockets so that only those in use are powered up, and there are little lights to show which are in use.    

I turned off the power to the bedside light and tv, but left the clock radio as adjusting the time is such a faff it’s not worth it.

 

On our last day on the Isle of Wight I waved the boys off to explore the bus system and drove to Osborne to meet DrE.   

We had a wonderful day exploring the house, grounds, beach and Swiss chalet, and talking. 

Like me DrE has a scientist husband and two sons “on the spectrum.”  

I love my three boys, and men in general, but a day spent in the company of female friends is a real treat. 

DrE bemoaned the fact that MrDrE does a lot of DIY but doesn’t appreciate the fact that she is physically weaker than him (or possibly a little less ept) so some things in the house or garden don’t work easily for her, and sometimes not at all.

I do not have that problem.

Fester does no DIY (bar a very small amount of painting), if anything beyond my small ability needs doing the cry is “Phone Will Fixit!”

A little while after we’d returned home Fester retired to watch The Tour deFrance in peace and a few moments later called out

“Ben!  Where’s the switch for the electricity in the bedroom?”