Add electrician to my CV

I was opening up Zac's last night and I arrived there (ten minutes early) to find three people already waiting. 

Inside I discovered that the urn, though it had come on, was still cold, and the lights in the corridor and, crucially, toilets weren't working.

Did I panic? No. Well not a lot. 

After an initial dodgy moment when no matter how much arm waving I did the lights didn't come on (they're movement sensored) I had a brainwave! Perhaps a fuse had blown.

Amazingly I knew where the fusebox was and, sure, enough, one of the little switches that should have been up was down. I flicked it up and, hey presto, the lights came on. When Sean arrived he wondered what the problem had been to make the fuse go but that was of little importance to me: the lights were on and that was what mattered. Someone else could sort out the underlying problem tomorrow.

I still had the urn to resolve. I turned it up high and began boiling the kettle. One kettle doesn't go far when you're making sixteen hot drinks but by the time the urn came to temperature we were going home. And people kept asking me questions and half-doing things but not finishing them. Fortunately there was a big bowl of chocolates on the counter. (Yes, I did put them there.) I make have eaten more than my share but I felt I deserved it.

It's Sean's birthday on Thursday so we had cake to celebrate.