Electricical, as pronounced by Eva Gabor in Greenacres.
The external isolating switch for our air con is eighteen years old and the assaults by weather extremes has taken its toll. The old unit was cracked and crumbling on the underside. I was worried about moisture penetration and if it shorted out, we would be without heating unless we stood under our new bathroom heat lamps.
The electricians who fitted the heat lamps did not have the appropriate unit on board and it had to be ordered at the wholesalers. I wouldn't have thought an external 35 amp switch would be a rare beast, but there you go.
The boss electrician who we didn't see when the heat lamps were installed called the next day and said the switch was in and he could come and install it, but being Thursday, it was Mother Day and we weren't home. We arranged for him to attend the next day. I had to be up early, showered and dressed by 8am. Ouch. R stayed in bed. I asked R if maybe the lovely sparky Damien could arrive and I would stay in bed and he could come and give me a cuddle. Witheringly honest, R said, what makes you think the hot straight sparky would interested in an old man like you? Quite true. I was looking forward to seeing him. He is a nice bloke.
Oh my Damien, your voice has risen an octave or two when he spoke on the intercom to come up. I could see on the camera it wasn't Damien. It was woman. I suppose she was about 30 years old. She was pleasant, chatty and professionally fitted the switch in a short time and departed.
That there are female electricians should not be worth remarking upon, but I have.