Well, the electrician came and put in the shiny new switch box. I was glad to see he seemed to know what he was doing. At least, he managed to get all the work done without electrocuting himself, and without blacking out the entire street.
Problem is, the same stuff still happens. Though it appears not as much. Maybe the wiring is up a certain creek. So I’m in the process of hassling the landlady some more, to get it looked at.
Meanwhile, the third and final fish has just died. The installation of an air pump and filter might have helped it live a little longer, but if it was of any benefit, it came too late. We’ll see how the next generation of fish go.
