Observing with interest the supply of voles[1] to KimBarakta-HQ.
I opened the door earlier with a view to going to the postal oriface[2], to be met by the sight of a) rain that wasn't happening when I looked out the upstairs window a minute or so earlier and b) assorted linemen for the county, dressed in orange hi-vis, clutching some sturdy rubber gloves and peering at map of Silly Oak.
"Hello Kim," says one, who I recognised from one of the previous data logger installations, "we're swapping connections in the link boxes to see if we can balance out the load better. Don't suppose you can keep an eye on things this evening, could you? Cos if I ring you tomorrow and it's still rubbish we can just try something else rather than bothering with a data logger..."
In the time it took me to wrangle my bike out the door they'd lifted the manhole cover and were peering at some Extremely Large Fuses™.
[1] Which has gone from 208 voles when I started this post to 222annabit voles now, so I can safely conclude that it's still rubbish even without mucking about in GNUplot.
[2] ALC types will be pleased to hear I've finished auditing the accounts well within the deadline.