Blackout: Showering by Candlelight

Yesterday was carnage in our house with 2 builders, an electrician and a plumber all banging and drilling together. The corridors and rooms had even fewer floorboards than before as most of them were stacked against the wall so that the hot water pipes could be put in, and the vintage wiring removed.
We had to play riddles with the extension cables thus:

One family has 2 extension cables A, and B. Extra extension cables C and D are provided. How does Kid get a night-light while Daddy boils the kettle and Mummy blow-dries her hair? How does Kid see his way down the stairs while Mummy uses the microwave and Daddy tries to maintain power to the fridge? Answers on a postcard by last Friday, please.....

Anyway, this morning 5 builders arrived at 0745. Jof was mostly dressed by then so they set to work. Although they were all banging and sawing and drilling and stomping and jemmying and dismantling in unison, Jof had to wake me up to go to school. I reckon that if the builders could be taught musical timing, their racket could rival Skrillex for aural torture in Guantanamo Bay, an opportunity missed, if you ask me.
The builders said we could have our electricity back once they'd done second fix. About 2 weeks, apparently. Ouch.
Jof got angry with the dust and the extension cable that wouldn't extend and the thought of another 2 weeks of camping, said something about the ritz. Is that something to do with ratz?