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Thursday morning we awoke at six thirty or so, or at least the ladies did, from what I remember, but I was soon up to as the electrics had tripped and the Frankenswitch needed to be flicked.

Flicking the Frankenswitch was a futile exercise however as the safety continued to cut in.

And continued to do so if the fridge, microwave, kettle, computer or hoover were switched on.

And with yesterday's sun continuing to shine and a warm day in prospect, refrigeration seemed to me to be an Important Thing.

So an email to Ric and a phone call to Mick set the ball rolling and Mick came round this morning strongly advocating the theory that it was all down to the fridge.

Of course, with a sparky coming round, when I tried out the fridge this morning, it worked, as Nicole has pointed out.

The theory turned out in the end not to be the case, and after much ferreting around it seems that there's a fault in the wiring which has been introduced by the teeth of a rodent.

So while we have some grace in that the electrics are working it's probably only a matter of time before we hit the problem again, and remedial action will be needed.

The dancing queen ballerina shop in which Eloise decided to follow the crowd and wear the uniform and generally conform was quite near my new favourite creek so we went up there the three of us and paddled around in it.

Some brave Aussies took Eloise for a little swim in the deep part too. But then we had to go.