Recently it dawned on me that this is the first time Ram and I are living in a house. In Houston, we've been putting off buying a house because Ram kept talking about how we'll have to fix things on our own. Personally, I think he's afraid to show me his handyman skills. But somehow, my skills are being put to the test.
Over the past few weeks, we've had one issue after another. First our lawn mower doesn't work, then one of our windows won't close, the vacuum cleaner dies, next our refrigerator was freezing food on one rack and not cooling the other (while my family was in town), and finally to top it all off a fuse blew out yesterday as I was turning the bathroom light on, which cut out the lights on the entire 3rd floor. As a result, I was forced to shower in the dark. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Nighttime was no picnic either. I've never been scared being alone in our 3 story house before, but the fact that I couldn't turn on the lights in our bedroom made me edgy. Luca, ever oblivious, kept running away from me every time I tried to snuggle him for comfort. At least one of us had a good night's sleep. I need to teach that dog some manners!
24 hours later, I was successful in turning the lights back on the 3rd floor but can't quite reach the light fixture to change the bulb in my bathroom. Conveniently, Ram is not here during these "episodes." Put on list, buy step stool! And I think our Landlord is starting to ignore my panic-stricken calls and emails. So now I can officially add the role of handy-wo-man aka superwoman to my list of duties. Is there a handy-wo-man 101 class I can take (the UK version of course)?
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