I'd been dreaming about using my kitchen blender. I was pressing the pulse button, watching fresh fruit from Manacor market meld into a delicious smoothie. Then I'd wake up salivating, only to remember that the blender - along with a battery of other electrical appliances I'd learnt to live without - was still packed in the box in which it had travelled to Mallorca.
The reason for the dreams was that the start date for our solar energy system installation was nearing, and we'd been told we'd have power within three weeks. After eight electricity-free months, things like the hair dryer, laptop, electric fridge/freezer and washing machine would soon be back in action. Though I wasn't quite so excited about ironing again . . .
It was a Saturday when we received a phone message to say that a JCB would come the next day at 8am to dig the necessary trenches for underground cabling; The Boss was to meet the vehicle on the main road and escort it down to our property. We weren't thrilled about the early hour on a Sunday because it would be a noisy start to the day for our neighbours - and mean we'd miss our weekend lie-in.
So it was an unusually early start to The Boss's Sunday, as he set off to meet the JCB. I waited, as excited as a small boy would be at the thought of seeing a big yellow digger up close and in action. And waited.
Eventually, he returned . . . alone. Having waited more than half an hour, he'd had a call on his mobile from the solar energy company, saying they'd made a mistake in the message they'd left us the previous day; the JCB would actually be coming on Monday.
This minor inconvenience was just the start of a long and frustrating project - details of which I'll spare you!
Copyright Jan Edwards 2008
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