Back to My Shower ..... The Epilogue .....

So, where was I ....? Oh, yeah; Standing there, dripping with soapy water, in the silent darkness, on the maiden run of my squeaky new shower. FFS!

Now, those of ye who remember life under the Heath, tory govt. would remember the Power Cuts. Many of ye though are probably too young to have Ever experienced an actual power cut, aside from the 50p running out on ye meter, in bedsit land. That's not the same, believe me.

No. We still get the odd power cut here. It's extremely rural and shit happens. Trees fall onto lines and shit. The grid for the whole area may go down. Or go off and on for an hour. I'm pretty much used to it. I rang The Idiot who's my nearest neighbour and asked if his power was off. It wasn't. Ohhh Shit!

He asked. I told. Tell ye what? I'll give the guy his due; He said he'd hop in his motor and come down here, sort it out for me. And he did. Inside of fifteen minutes and I'm standing there, in my compound. Towel wrapped round me. Politely chatting to The Idiot, even as a nice, summer shower starts.

This is because he's a fucking idiot. See? I mean; Who but an idiot would keep jabbering about inconsequential shit to a half naked man stood in a fucking shower ~ having just stepped out of a shower? Anyway .....

Next day I rang ESB (our electric board). Pressed the usual string of buttons and was soon enough talking to a smashing young man. I mean, seriously. The guy was good as gold. I explained shit from my end. He explained the score. The score being that I should have rang them right away. People, in the dark and quiet, dripping with water? ESB class that as an Emergency. They'd have had a man out to me straight away. 24 / 7. Isn't that good to know?

As I'd now had it stop gapped and was happy enough? They'd have a man out anyway, as soon as I was available. Boosh! I rang them, next day, to say I'd be around in an hours time. And fuck me; Their guy turned up on the dot!

Chap on the phone had explained how my main fuse was old and too low rated to handle modern shit like Power Showers. He'd have to send me a form. I get it signed off by a Spark and they then come and upgrade my fuse.

Man in the van? Fuck all that fuss and bother! He just took one look. Ripped the old, bakerlite stuff out and went to his van. Came back. Snip. Screw. Done! I had my up graded fuse. He just happened to have one in his van, bless him!

I tell ye; I am Totally impressed with the service we receive here, from our ESB. This isn't the first time I've dealt with them. And I've always found them extremely personable, what ever rank or department I've spoken to or met. Credit where it's due; I'd vote for them in any 'Service Provider Awards' thing. As I said to my man with his van; " If only 'Eircom' could be anything near as good! ". Only, Eircon are a body of rank cunts. Top to bottom and throughout.


So; That was all a few days ago. Then I hit another couple of minor snags I had to over come ~ silly shit like simply getting stuff washed and dried. A lost, rubber washer. Niggling shit to piss a lesser man off. But, I worked through it.

And, today? Pay Back! :D Today, people, I got into that shower. I rubbed, I scrubbed, I turned the fucking temperature down a bit! I was in there till I just couldn't think of any proper reason for staying in there. Then, I stepped out and selected some freshly washed clothes to put on.

That's how come I'm sat here now, consciously scenting the soap powder from my clothes. Skin glowing with a greaseless warmth. Fuck, damn ....! I'm Clean again!!!