So, I woke up on Sunday morning with the power out in my room. Bermuda had been expecting a big storm on Sunday, so I figured a power line was down. However, the sun was out and there were no clouds in the sky.
The clock on the cable box was on. The power in the kitchen was on. Seemed to be isolated to my bedroom.
I checked the fuse box. And it is an old fuse box. Not like this:

But an old fuse box. It uses these plug fuses.

When a fuse blows. It literally blows and you have to replace it.
Back to the story. I replaced the fuse. It blew too. Thinking that maybe it was defective or old (because these came from my dad who had held on to them for many years), I screwed in another fuse. Well, that blew also.
When I say blew. It gives you a little shock and you see sparks. Not sparks coming from yourself but little sparks from the box.
Now, it is time to call in the big guns. My dad. He told me to unplug everything in those two rooms and try again. If it didn't blow it meant that something was wrong with an appliance or something I had plugged into that circuit.
If it did blow - that means it is a wiring problem.
Well, it blew again. So, clearly it is a wiring problem. I am still waiting on the electrician and now I am sleeping in my guest room.
The guest room is actually pretty nice. I was amazed at how much quieter it is back there. And the bed is pretty comfy. Like being on a mini vacation.
The drawback is that the electricity situation knocks out half of my electric Christmas window candles.

Oh well.