Wallop!

Arriving at the holiday house in the Dordogne at dusk the electrics kept tripping out. Ringing the helpful electrician he started to talk me though what to do in darkness. 

“Go into the boiler room” he commanded. I did as instructed without knowing that there is an 18 inch drop into the room. Wallop went my calf muscle. Stumbling around having managed a temporary fix I retired to the sofa with a glass of red. 

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