Our formal living room/dining room area is finally taking shape. All the boxes have been unpacked, the room has been cleaned, and it is actually presentable save for the area on and around the dining table, which contains two air conditioners that still need installing and various bits and pieces of things that have no place to go.
In preparing the room, we were searching for the plugs to see where to put things. Now, this is a big room, as big (probably a bit bigger) than our den and bedroom combined, it is nearly 50% of the space of the entire apartment, and what do we discover? It has ONE PLUG. One. Plug. A huge room, with one plug. How delightful. Yiayia had lamps that were never plugged in. I don't really know how she and papou lived with this situation for 30 some odd years, but they managed. I, however, cannot.
The irony is, every other room in this apartment has two or more plugs, and the other rooms are much, much smaller. Even the hallway has a plug for god's sake.
Now I admit to being slightly plug obsessed. But hey, we are a plugged in household. We need plenty of plugs for basic survival.
My biggest nightmare is that the electrician will come and tell us there is nothing he can do. But surely that won't happen. It can't happen. I need more plugs!!!