ho-hum, the saga continues.
Power? Yes we have some, thanks very much, but a lot of areas are still without.
The weather really put on a tantrum last night. Trees were lashing back and forth in the wind, some trees came crashing down onto cars, others just lost huge branches. A few people had roofs blown off, none around this area that I know of.
The beaches though, they had wild crashing waves along with a king tide, sandbags were handed out to people in danger of flooding by seawater.
Have I mentioned that I'd love to live right on the Esplanade, close to the ocean?
I've changed my mind. Maybe one block back from the beach is a better idea.
Hot water? I was going to say it hadn't been fixed yet, but as I was typing a knock came at the door. An electrician to check the heaters.
We had two nice young plumbers this morning, about 8.30am, but they couldn't do anything; it seems the style of heater we have is gas, but with an electronic ignition. They'll have to call an electrician.
He's just arrived, 2pm-ish, had a look and hoped it was just a matter of someone turning off the power switch in the switchboard box. Or maybe it short circuited if some rain got into one of the heaters somehow.
So he turned that on, off, on again and we heard a funny popping noise, he said one of the heaters is faulty.
But now the switch should be working, so could we all please test our heaters by turning on the hot water.
Me first. Yes, mine is working. Yay! Hot shower !
Then P tested hers, all good there, and the man upstairs, also good.
The only heater left untested belongs to the zombie. He isn't home, no one has seen or heard him since I saw him walking away down the street on Saturday morning.
The electrician asked us to please ask C to check his heater when he gets home. We don't know when that will be and he is unlikely to turn on his hot water anyway, since he rarely washes. So we won't know, even if he does come home.
So hopefully, the water heaters stay on now and there'll be no more dramas.
And now I'm off to finally wash the greasy strings I call hair.