The electrician came and finished off.
Mmmm I like that. Finished off.
No more extension leads and power cords threaded through doorways and underfoot. No more turning on the bathroom light in the living room.
The end (or near enough) is in sight.
And thanks to those who expressed concern for me in the war against the meanies. I'm hanging in there. Nothing resolved, no new offensives. We're in a holding pattern until tensions subside or a new battle rages. I'm gathering my strength. And breathing.