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I woke up way too early after a couple of exhausting days, so today was a challenge to say the least. I managed to get a surprising amount done in the morning, including booking another guest for the London RHLSTPs (badgers - the news has been sent to you by email, but is also in your secret members’ area). It’s another really good one.
Meanwhile an electrician was dealing with a couple of minor issues in the house. The most annoying one is that the light fitting in the upstairs hallway has been placed at a point where it is pretty much inaccessible if you want to change the bulbs. It’s one of the many tiny presents left for us by the fucking idiots who did all the work on our house when we moved here. Just niggly little problems (mainly, though installing a boiler that nearly killed us was a bit more impressive).
A year or so ago another electrician had acrobatically climbed on to our bannister to change the bulbs, but there is a bit of a fall if you mess that up and it’s not exactly ideal. We were hoping that it might be possible to move the fitting somewhere less stupid, but it turned out that because of the height of the ceiling we’d need to hire in a special tower for them to work on. Which would have made the job pretty expensive. So I opted for this guy braving getting up a ladder and changing all the bulbs again (two of the five had gone and the rest were pretty dim). Our dark hallway suddenly was illuminated brilliantly, to the extent that it was actually quite intimidating to go upstairs. But all in all it’s probably going to be cheaper to get someone in to change lightbulbs than fix this stupid problem.
It’s probably preferable to me falling to my death though. Only slightly though.
It was the day I was meant to change my fridge filter too, but I felt too exhausted to put myself through that. It will be quite hard to move the fridge. Will I ever get this done? I’d probably have left it, but there’s a light telling me it needs to be done. I can’t spend the rest of my life being judged by a light every time I open the fridge door.
I spent the afternoon looking after the kids and wishing I could be in bed. But once we’d had some dinner and some wine I felt a lot happier about the world and we stayed up til 10 like a pair of idiots. 10pm is a very late night these days. Maybe it would be better if I fell off a landing changing light bulbs or get crushed trying to move a fridge.
