With the radiators blasting away, the inside temperature hovered around 75F. Nice, huh? Now with the heat off, we're more at the mercy of the elements and the heat ranges between 60F and 70F, which I admit isn't terrible -- but it's not exactly great either.
Anyways, the other day we had another lovely spring snow storm plunging the mercury down into the high 20s. Feeling pretty miserable, we remembered that we have a couple of PC-issued space heaters -- we've had them all year but we were never able to use them in our house because they completely overwhelmed our electrical system. So we took one out of it's box and plugged it in. A brand new unit, it worked like a charm. During the first couple of uses, we were sure to monitor it carefully -- checking the power strip and making sure we didn't have too many appliances (oven, computer, refrigerator, kettle, distiller, etc.) on at a time. Feeling confident, we let our vigilance lapse -- sorry, Mad-Eye, we forgot your advice.
Just yesterday morning we were going through our usual routine of coffee, tea, and oatmeal with the space heater blasting away at our feet when we were interrupted by a not-so-subtle burning smell. A bit alarmed, we traced the smell from the heater to the power strip it was plugged into to and then to the wall socket, which was concealed behind one of our coat racks. As I pushed Ashlee's fleece aside, this is what I found:
Needless to say, we are no longer using our space heater. Stupid electricity. Plus, until we can get my school's electrician to fix the outlet we have to sit in our tiny kitchen to use the computer. It's ok -- we'll be in America in less than a month...
1 comment:
I can only hope that the electrican at school has alittle knowledge of what he needs to do so the apt wont burn down, but you guys will be warmer then, almost time to come home, so hip hip horray for that
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