I thought of you yesterday, Gness. Currently, I'm working on an ancient thatched farmhouse, trying to locate all the electrical faults.
I think the system might have been installed by The Romans.
There is so much clutter, I had to move the Christmas tree just to get from one room to another.
When the fancy takes her, she'll scoot outside and fire up her chainsaw for a bit of firewood.
Thankfully, I managed to save her from trying to connect up her cooker with a length of 1mm lighting cable. I gently suggested that she may have difficulty distinguishing the smell of the turkey from that of the wiring catching fire.
Don't know why you came to mind though ;o)