For the love of a shower

On Tuesday, our hot water heater went kaput.

We thought.

I boiled a kettle & gave the kids a sponge bath.

WonderHubby found the details of the plumber who had installed it, and found that luckily it was still under warranty, having been installed just before we bought our new home.

So the plumber came out the next morning and pronounced the water heater A-OK.

It just wasn’t getting any power through.

Maybe it was the cut-off switch in the power box?

So he called an electrician, who came out that afternoon and declared the cut-off switch fine.

There was a broken power cable leading to the water heater’s fuse.

And he couldn’t fix it, but if we called the electricity company…

So we called the electricity company and they sent someone out that evening.
This is still Wednesday.

Well, it’s actually a matter of replacing the whole power box, because you see, your one is the old type, and we use a new one now and they’re not compatible (or something).

But the electricity company doesn’t do that work.

Sponge baths for all of us. Again.

WonderHubby called another electrician, who’d installed fans for us in November (and were really nice to deal with).

They’re busy until Friday or Saturday, but we’ll do our best to fit you in on Friday, “because we know you need a shower”.

Apparently they could smell that over the phone.

We took the hint and visited Grandma’s house for showers on Thursday evening.

So now it’s Friday afternoon, probably too late for our water to be hot by tonight.

And I am waiting to hear whether we will be rescued today or have to wait until tomorrow (and pay a weekend rate, into the bargain).

Did I mention that it’s the middle of Summer?

And deodorant? I’m warning you, I’m almost out.

If you have any heart at all or nasal sensitivities, you will be wishing (washing?) us all well.