#Chapter136
There’s a whopping chandelier over my head, giving a soft glow to the surroundings, and the new low lights on the wall sconces are making this place feel sexy once more, rather than gloomy.
There’s a note from the electrician on the pad by the till informing me he thinks the electrics don’t need a thorough exam as he found no evidence of moisture in the wiring from the previous flood, but a few of my switches should be replaced because they are faulty. Something else I need to get on top of. I don’t like this idea that something is not right and it’s something Joanne should have resolved before months had passed. Faulty switches are deadly.
