Voices in my head

I really ought to know better by now, but sometimes I ignore the voices in my head, usually at my cost I might add. I know that many would say it's rubbish, also that some will understand but I don't really care what others may think, the fact of the matter is, sometimes.............I know in advance that certain things are going to happen. It doesn't "spook" me, because it has happened for most of my life. I should explain...........For several days I have had a constant nagging about the mains electrical connections which are beneath the false floor in the wardrobe, I have even woken in the night and got up to check that we still have power. This morning, the sky was heavily overcast and the frost was beginning to thaw. I sat considering how to spend the day, be it fishing or working some item of leather when Pat asked if I would like some toast. The toaster however, refused to work and it was then that I discovered that we had lost our mains supply. Removal of the contents of the wardrobe followed by lifting the floor gave me access to the electrical components that distribute power around the truck. Removing the cover from the RCD exposed the problem, a multi connection block had melted along with several wires in and out. A couple of hours later, punctuated with only occasional expletives and I had replaced the damaged components. A few tests out of the way and "Bingo" we were cooking on gas (and electric) once more. It worries me that I did not inspect it sooner, the consequences could have been disastrous and I have enough similar experiences to know better, as those closest to me will know.

This is a closer look at the offending parts, which almost fell to pieces as I removed them. Thank heaven things didn't turn out worse.

January

January as usual, has been quiet for us, it is a matter of taking whatever the weather throws our way and waiting patiently for the spring. The occasional bright sunny day and slowly lengthening days are most welcome, so too, are visits from friends and family. With all of the melt water from the recent snow the river has resembled grandma's soup and so my many attempts at fishing have been completely fruitless. Our bird feeders have been well attended but not by anything out of the ordinary and we have watched the occasional fox jogging through the neighbourhood. I have made a few leather items in order to keep my hands busy and my mind active and my collection of fishing flies has increased by at least 100%. I think Pat has read the weight of the truck in books and I have read enough magazines to cover a rally field. With our winter need for mains hook ups and hard standing I don't imagine that we will be venturing far for the next weeks.