This post is about electrics. I gave it a sexier head than ‘Rewiring’ cause, frankly anything that can be done to sex up electrics the better. My under-employed husband took himself back to school to learn how to rewire a house, on a FOUR-day course. That was it. And he only had to do an open-book exam. He passed with flying colours, which pleased me, but knowing he had taken at least half the steps to becoming a qualified electrician scared me. Aaanyway, after getting our house back to its shelled-in-the-wars state, the next step was to fire up the wires. Feel the power. Bring back the spark. Seize the sizzle. Nope, still dull, no matter what how you describe it, so let’s move on. I wish I could describe what he did in detail, but after stripping for two weeks, I’d fled to Spain with a friend. As I told hubby, it was strictly a planning and research week; the pool area had wifi so it was just like being in a library.
In husband’s own words, this is what rewiring involves:
1) Turn off the power (very important)
2) Take out old switches, fuseboxes
3) Chisel out paths in your walls from switch to socket to fusebox
OK, so my husband ain’t a words person, but you get the idea.
Still awake? As a reward, here is a video of my husband doing his rewiring dance. It’s allegedly to get the blood back in the extremities after hammer-drilling out walls, but I think he just likes to shake it.