#Rewire London

[kineticprojectseicr]

Fusebox Replacement in Your London Property – What to expect?

As your London property ages, its electrical system might require updates to ensure safety and efficiency. One crucial element that might need attention is the fusebox, also known as the consumer unit. Upgrading to a modern fusebox through a fusebox replacement London service can offer numerous benefits, but understanding the process and what to expect can alleviate any anxieties you might have.

The first step of fusebox replacement project typically involves a consultation with a qualified electrician. This initial interaction allows the electrician to discuss your reasons for the replacement, whether it's due to outdated wiring, insufficient capacity, or the desire to incorporate smart home features. They will also evaluate the current condition of your existing fusebox.

The electrician will explain the different types of modern fuseboxes available, their potential functionalities, and their suitability for your specific needs and budget. You will be offered quote based on your choice.

Once you've chosen a qualified electrician and accepted the quote, the actual fusebox replacement process can commence. The electrician will safely isolate and disconnect the electricity supply to the entire property. This ensures the safety of everyone involved during the replacement process.

The existing fusebox will be carefully removed, ensuring proper disposal in accordance with regulations. The new fusebox will be installed in a designated location, usually close to the previous one, adhering to current safety regulations and best practices.

The new consumer unit will be connected to the existing electrical wiring of your home. This process might involve careful labeling and reorganisation of existing circuits for clarity and future reference.

Once the installation is complete, the electrician will conduct thorough testing of the new fusebox and the entire electrical system to ensure everything functions safely and efficiently. Upon successful completion it is best to get your EICR London certificate as proof of compliance with relevant regulations for the new fuseboard.

Upgraded fuseboxes can handle the increased power demands of modern appliances and smart home systems, preventing overloading and potential electrical issues. Modern fuseboxes offer improved labeling and organisation of circuits, making troubleshooting and future maintenance easier. Investing in a modern electrical system can enhance the overall value of your London property, making it more appealing to potential buyers.

By understanding the process and what to expect from a fusebox replacementLondon service, you can make informed decisions, ensure a smooth experience, and reap the numerous benefits of a modern and safe electrical system for your London property for many years to come.

[theburialofstrawberries]

sally that's my friend sally <3

[fairytalehag]

Haven't been blogging about it because I will come off absolutely unhinged but I'm doing a Taskmaster binge which one of my friend said is

"not a thing people do"

Anyways my brain has been rewired and I can't hold a normal conversation anymore

[expatesque]

I'm redoing my garden and it's still in progress but it's looking so cute. In related news: I'm pretty sure I'm staying in London.

[iamthepulta]

I hope the Failbetter studio knows how important all the FL game soundtracks are to my writing process. It's gotten to the point I won't be able to write at all if I don't have one of them on in the background. Skies is the most common, but I'm rewriting with MotR and it's the perfect middle between Seas' moodiness and Skies' subtle phosphorescence.

If I end up writing Ellenville, 90% of it will probably be written to the Seas soundtrack. Most of the Liztlie AU has been written to Skies.

[hangingoffence]

dying of the cold might just be the most natural way a human could die. shelter is one of the basic needs anyone need and without it your nothing against the cold winter day or the cold cold nights

[palletsinchichester]

Electrical Contractors Surrey, Rewires London - Comprehensive Electrical Services

Electrical systems are the backbone of modern infrastructure, whether in residential homes, commercial buildings, or industrial setups. In Surrey and London, electrical contractors play a pivotal role in ensuring the safety, functionality, and efficiency of these systems. From simple installations to complex rewiring projects, their services cater to a broad range of electrical needs, making sure that properties comply with stringent safety regulations and function seamlessly. Overview of Electrical Services Offered by Contractors in Surrey and London Electrical Contractors Surrey and London offer a wide array of services, designed to meet the specific needs of both residential and commercial clients. These services range from essential installations to more complex system upgrades, ensuring that properties remain safe, energy-efficient, and up to code. Some of the core services offered include: • Electrical Installations: Whether for new builds or refurbishments, contractors handle installations of lighting, fuse boards, underfloor heating, and various other systems to ensure proper electrical functionality across properties. • Maintenance and Repairs: Regular checks and maintenance are crucial for the longevity and safety of any electrical system. Contractors provide these services, identifying potential issues before they become hazards. • Fuse Board Upgrades: Ensuring that electrical distribution is safe and efficient is a key task, especially when dealing with older properties. Upgrading fuse boards helps meet modern energy demands and ensures compliance with current safety standards. In addition to these essential services, electrical contractors in Surrey and London specialize in rewiring projects, which are often necessary for properties with outdated or insufficient wiring systems. Importance of Rewires London - When and Why Your Property Needs It Rewiring a property is often necessary to meet modern safety standards and prevent potential electrical hazards. Over time, electrical systems can degrade, leading to a range of issues that affect the safety and efficiency of the property. Here are some signs that a rewire might be required: • Flickering lights or frequent power outages: These are common signs of an overburdened or outdated electrical system. • Outdated wiring systems: Many older homes still rely on wiring that was installed decades ago, which may not be capable of handling today's energy demands. • Circuit breakers tripping frequently: This is often an indication that the system is being overloaded and may need a complete overhaul. A full or partial rewire ensures that the property meets modern standards and can safely handle the electrical load of contemporary devices and appliances. How Rewiring Improves Safety and Compliance Safety is the primary reason homeowners and businesses undertake rewiring projects. Certified electrical contractors ensure that the rewiring process adheres to the latest standards, such as the BS 7671 Wiring Regulations. These standards mandate that electrical systems must be safe for use and capable of handling modern electrical demands. When a property undergoes a rewire, contractors typically conduct an Electrical Installation Condition Report (EICR), which identifies any potential hazards in the current system. After the rewire, contractors issue an installation certificate, confirming that the work complies with all necessary safety regulations. In addition to meeting compliance standards, rewiring significantly reduces the risk of electrical fires and ensures the system can support modern technologies like energy-efficient lighting and smart home systems.

[fastbrother]

Desperate (M, 1.3k words)

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Tags: From Sex to Love, Grumpy Harry, Reclusive Harry, Slutty Draco (non-derogatory), unhealthy coping mechanisms, middle-aged Drarry

Author's note: Wrote this for @kamaela's birthday. Thank you for always being so kind and encouraging! 💕

* * *

For eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy starting Hogwarts, the only interesting question about school was who was going to come in second in his year. Imagine his surprise.

For forty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy starting his twenty-fourth year of unemployment, the only interesting question is who is he going to sleep with next.

Some days, it feels like he’s slept with everybody worth sleeping with. Other days—well.

* * *

When he was young, Draco Malfoy thought he liked women. He slept with a handful of girls, all very proper and sweet.

Then the war came, and he was in it, and he was tortured by the Dark Lord himself, which rewired his brain somehow, because after the war Draco Malfoy did not like women anymore. Nor anything proper. Or sweet.

Draco Malfoy liked to be fucked like he’d be murdered next.

* * *

Harry Potter is a big old grump. He lives in what should have been Draco’s house by birthright, nurses a terrifying beard currently in the process of turning grey, and only ever goes out in Muggle London, like the uncivilised brute Draco knows he really is. Draco dreams of being fucked by Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, the slayer of Dark Lords. And whatever rude people say, Draco’s a man who works for his dreams.

* * *

“Harry Potter. Out and about. What a surprise.”

Potter barely spares a glance for poor Draco. His eyes are glued to the Muggle TV above the bar, in the process of broadcasting some beastly excuse for movement that the Muggles call sports. There are five empty glasses in front of him, and a cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

“Fuck right off, Malfoy.”

“Ah, I’m afraid not,” Draco says, and sits on the barstool next to Harry. “You go, if my presence bothers you so.”

“I don’t give a shit about your presence.”

“Beautiful. Have you taken to writing poetry, by any chance?”

“Tell me, Malfoy,” Potter says, slowly turning those grotesquely green eyes towards him. “You look like someone who makes enemies in every room he walks into. How come you’re still alive?”

“I have my ways.”

“Aha,” Potter says, emptying his sixth glass of whiskey, eyes back on the TV. “I’ve heard about your ways.”

“Would you like some first-hand experience with them?”

Potter lets out a chuckle, a loud and brutish sound.

“Have you been following me?”

“Hardly. I’ve been coming here every night for six months. Ask Robert.”

“Who’s Robert?”

“I’m Robert,” the barman says, pouring Potter’s seventh drink.

“Ah. Nice to meet you, Robert,” Potter says, and raises his drink. “So. Has he?”

“Yes.”

Potter turns to Draco. Offers a vicious smile that makes Draco’s body tingle in all the right places.

“I used to come here all the time. Before the Prophet published a photo of me. Six months ago.”

Draco shrugs. “Can’t a boy try his luck?”

Potter leans forward and pulls Draco’s stool closer to him.

“You’re no boy. You’re a slut.”

“Oh, yes,” Draco moans, biting his lip. “I am. I’m a bad, bad slut.”

* * *

Harry Potter fucks like he goes to war. There’s no fear there, no second guessing. Draco could die now, bent over a dirty sink in a dingy Muggle bar, and he’d be happy. He should die, actually, because what else is there to experience? He has peaked, and life can only be a disappointment from this point on.

“Please,” he begs when all is done. “Again.”

“You make a compelling argument,” Potter says, pulling up his pants. “But there are people queuing outside.”

“I’ll get rid of them. I’ll kill them. Nobody will miss them too much, I’m sure.”

“How about this,” Potter says, fixing his hair back in a ponytail. “You keep coming here every night for another six months, and maybe I’ll drop by again.”

“Don’t play with me, Potter. You know I will.”

“Oh, I know.”

* * *

Draco expects Potter to torture him for at least a couple of weeks, but he strolls into that cursed Muggle pub the next day. He’s wearing jeans and a ripped t-shirt. Truly living up to his reputation of decorated ex-Auror and beloved hero, this one.

“My, my,” he says, sitting next to Draco and gesturing to Robert for a drink. “What a good pet.”

“Aha,” Draco says, draping himself all over Potter’s offensively attractive attire.

“Let me get a drink in me first,” Potter says, struggling to keep Draco at arm’s length.

“If you wanted a drink, you could have gone to another pub.”

* * *

Robert bans them eventually. Draco’s about to Obliviate him but Potter solves the issue by inviting him to his house.

“You mean, my house,” Draco corrects him.

Potter doesn’t seem impressed. “How about we call it a night, then.”

“Fine. I relinquish all rights to that home. You can have it forever. You can have the Manor, too, if you want.”

Potter laughs, and grabs Draco’s arm. “I love how desperate you are.”

“Oh, I’m desperate, alright.”

Five minutes later, Draco’s thirst is finally quenched when Potter bends him over a Black encrusted dining room table. Draco discovers he has quite the taste for family intrusions.

“In front of my great-grandmother’s portrait next, please,” he begs. Potter, the charitable soul he is, complies. Predictably, his great-grandmother calls Potter Muggle-loving filth.

“He is, granny,” Draco moans, face squished against some dusty yet tasteful wallpaper. “He’s the filthiest person that’s ever lived.”

* * *

“Are you some form of house pest? A Black family curse? Why can’t I get rid of you?” Potter says when Draco shows up on his doorstep, carrying a bottle of wine and appetisers as any man of the world would.

“Get rid of me, then,” Draco says, and walks in.

* * *

Potter is on an agenda to steal Draco’s elves and have them clean his shithole of a house. It’s the only reasonable explanation for why he’s taken to drinking with them.

“Stop entertaining the staff. You should be entertaining the Master. And there’s no smoking in the sunroom.”

“There is, now,” Potter says, lighting up a second cigarette with his wand. “There’s a new Master around here.”

“Master Potter,” the elves say in unison, drunk on the Butterbeer Draco keeps for his nephew.

* * *

It’s all fun and games until Draco catches feelings.

“I’m sick,” he tells anybody who cares to listen, and also those who don’t. “Je suis gravement malade.”

“Pull down the shades,” he tells the house elves from under the heavy duvet. “Owl the Healer.”

“Maybe Master Malfoy should tell Master Potter how he feels.”

“Clothes! Somebody bring clothes!”

* * *

“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen ill.”

Draco peeks at Potter from under his duvet.

“It’s true. I’m dying.”

The bed jounces when Potter sits down next to him. He puts a hand on Draco’s un-feverish forehead.

“It sure looks like it.”

“I just want you to know, I lied about the Manor. I’m leaving everything to my elves.”

Potter’s hand moves down Draco’s face.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”

“You have?” Draco says, his illness intensifying.

“Yes.”

“I thought I was a curse you couldn’t get rid of.”

“You are. You’ve been slacking on the job lately.

Something sharp rattles in Draco’s chest. He moves away from Potter’s touch, and hides under the duvet.

“Hey,” Potter says, leaning until his hand finds Draco’s waist through the thick material. “What happened?”

Silence.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Slowly, Draco shakes his head under the duvet.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Draco nods.

Draco hears ruffling and squeaking, and then Potter gets under the duvet. He’s hot, like a cat.

“Where did all your eloquence go?” Potter says, gathering him in his arms. “What happened to all your fancy words?”

Draco buries his head in Potter’s chest. Takes a deep breath.

“I turn stupid when I’m in love. It’s a debilitating illness.”

“You’re a debilitating illness,” Potter says, and kisses his forehead. “And I’m chronically ill.”

[futurepastme]

God save... the president!?

Reincarnation au

Of all places Merlin thought he would find Arthur once he came back, a random American airport was not on the list.

Merlin was running. Not only had his alarm failed to wake him up on time, but he somehow also managed to enter the airport through the ‘arrivals’ instead of the ‘departures.’ So now Merlin ran, willing his flight to wait for him.

He dashed through the groups of people like a madman clutching his briefcase tightly, thanking whatever deities that were still out there for blessing him with the smart decision to only pack a carry-on. If he still had to go through check-in, he would 100% miss his flight.

Merlin kept his unplanned cardio exercise at a fast but steady pace until his eyes landed on a flight monitor. He stopped dead on his track, looking for his flight number, when he felt the sudden shock of a body colliding with him.

“Holy…! Do you not look where you're going?”

Merlin almost ignored the annoyed voice in favour of his fleeting chance of going home, but something – destiny, probably, as it often were – made him turn around to face the rude man that had almost toppled him over.

“Won't you say anything? Do you even know how much this shirt cost?”

Arthur Pendragon glared angrily at him. It took Merlin a while to move his gaze from the familiar face and fully take in the scene. Arthur held his blazer jacket open away from his shirt that was now drenched in something that looked suspiciously like coffee.

“Well then? Are you an idiot or something?”

The familiar insult seemed to rewire Merlin's brain and he found himself automatically responding with a shrug. “Takes one to know one.”

“What?” The blond looked back at him with a frown.

“Besides,” Merlin continued, “you're the one who bumped into me, so you don't get to be a rude asshole over your own mistake.”

“Rude…? My own…?” Merlin's disrespectful attitude seemed to throw him off, leaving him a confused mess. He let go of his blazer and recomposed himself. “Do you know who you're talking to?”

Merlin felt the wave of familiarity rushing through him, it seemed that some things never changed.

“Of course I know,” he felt a little smirk growing as Arthur's expression went back to bad concealed confusion. “I'm talking to a royal prat.”

Merlin was delighted, he could feel the waves of irritation and indignation that seemed to irradiate from Arthur and they made him want to giggle.

“Who do you think you are to…”

“Martin.” Merlin interrupted.

“Wha…”

“Martin Emerson.” He interrupted again, and offered his hand.

Arthur looked at his hand for a few seconds as if it were some kind of criminal offense that it existed, and then looked back at Merlin like he was some lunatic.

“You don't have any idea who I am, do you, Martin Emerson?”

Merlin smiled like it was Christmas as Arthur stared at him.

“I already told you that I do.” Merlin smiled sweetly. “You are the condescending jerk who almost killed me and then tried to blame me for it. Me! The victim of the crime!”

“Killed…” Arthur looked astonished, but the frown of irritation never left his face. “You know what? I don't have time for this. Get out of my way.”

Arthur pushed through Merlin nearly causing his fall. Again. “Who do you think you are? The president?”

“No, I'm his son, Arthur.” Arthur answered without looking back.

Merlin watched as Arthur walked away, leaving him gaping at the back of his head as Arthur went on his way like he hadn't just turned Merlin's world upside down with a five minute interaction.

“Last call for the flight G4014 to London.”

The metallic voice from the speakers shook Merlin out of his daze and his body auto-piloted him back to his mad dash through the airport.

It was only once he was safely sitting on his seat at the economic class – he had barely made it – ready to go home, that the full realization of what had happened dawned on him. Arthur was back, he was a complete prat again, and the most shocking news of all: Arthur Pendragon, the legendary King of Camelot, was American.

[gablehood]

Guess who got their brain rewired playing Pentiment?

I went with the "Working in London" background option for Andreas in Act 2 and I couldn't help imagining if the timelines might have intersected with Anne Boleyn's return to the English court in 1522... so I tried to depict Mistress Boleyn in the game's style as a maid-of-honour before her rise.

(Also, I just happened to play Pentiment for the first time during the unofficial Anne Boleyn month of May, so this feels all the more fitting)

… Also I tried to put her in a scene too!

[hegodamask]

My pictures from last weekend in London seeing People, Places & Things one last time and visiting some Andor* filming locations.

I had the best time with @supervisormeero, @lighttailoring (and a surprise @karnpuffs!). I think getting to hang out with you all at the ISB boardwalk and freak out about the D23 trailer together has rewired my brain 🥴 You are all super super super super cool irl and I hope we get to do it again someday 🫶

*Pictures 4, 5 and 6 were used for Season 2 when they filmed at the Barbican in February 2023. The last picture is Canary Wharf station which was used in Rogue One!

[robsheridan]

Members of London’s 1981 electroplasm scene, a fusion of extreme body modification, mortality edging, and electronic music, where specific frequencies generated by custom modular synthesizer hardware were found to stimulate spectral wavelengths enough to generate ecloplasm and control its psychokinetic growth into electronic wiring, creating sounds unlike anyone (living) had ever heard before.

The most hardcore electroplasm musicians, flatmates at a warehouse space they called The Cortex, began fusing their nervous systems to the hardware such that the electroplasm could flow through their bodies, syncing with their biorhythms, turning them into electronic posthuman processors in a chain of spirit-charged flesh modules. As the ectoplasm rewired their brains and warped their forms, they were no longer technically “alive” by standard definitions, but held on the bleeding edge of the mortal plane by the spirits trapped in them, howling supernatural tones they shaped with their body instruments.

As the niche scene grew, more devotees joined the chain of spirit vessels in The Cortex, giving their bodies to the rhythm, building the beat, forming new otherworldly sounds with each new human instrument. These “beat zombies,” as NME coined them, could only continue “living” as long as the sonic frequencies continued through the chain, and so the beat at The Cortex ran 24/7, their “musical life support.” Hundreds of fans gathered to dance at the undead rave, the most unique performance art ever seen; some predicted the sound would last forever, growing so big that one day every human who ever lived would become connected to it, a jam session across all souls, here and beyond.

Unfortunately, the entire electroplasm scene ended abruptly just a few months after it had begun, when the power was cut to the warehouse space, killing all 78 posthuman vessels instantly and releasing all of the spiritual energy trapped within them at once in a psychokinetic blast that razed four city blocks. It turned out that when the musicians gave their minds & bodies to electrically-charged ectoplasmic sound, they never thought about who would pay the utility bills.

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[qqueenofhades]

I'm late to the party, but can I just recommend anything by Garth Nix? The Old Kingdom series (Our protagonists are reverse necromancers in a world where the dead can decide to crawl back into life! They use magic bells! The magic system is fascinating!) and The Left-handed Booksellers of London and it's sequel, The Sinister Booksellers of Bath (There's a hidden magic world underneath the mundane world everyone knows, and our protagonist trips face first into it and immediately wants out. Unfortunately for Susan, she's special. The worldbuilding is great and the characters are a riot. I highly recommend the audiobooks.) in particular. They're probably shorter than most of what you're used to, but still an absolute delight.

(I found The Old Kingdom books as a child and they rewired my brain, can you tell? Lol)

Oh! Also his book Angel Mage is a standalone take on The Four Musketeers that is also an absolute delight to read.

Really, I have yet to read a bad book by Nix.

LISTEN, I read the original Old Kingdom trilogy (Sabriel/Lirael/Abhorsen) as a teen, and it was also Formative Literature. I haven't revisited Nix since then that I can remember, but The Left-Handed Booksellers of London sounds like a lot of fun. I have already put at least six books on hold from the recs I got yesterday, so I want to make sure I pace myself even a LITTLE, but that one absolutely needs further checking out.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

I think attending two nights of Eras in London rewired Jason's brain, you could tell from the way he praised it to high heaven (and not generically either, he was very clear about exactly what makes her and that concert a historical moment in time)

Well attending several nights of Eras in London rewired MY brain so that is totally relatable* 😂

I can't really speak about the change in Jason because I don't know enough about him or follow him, but it's always nice to see more people in Taylor's corner support what she does. ❤️ Especially when it's-- 👀

[electricworkslondon]