I felt so well organised last Friday. The evening before I'd prepared my lunch, made out a shopping list and got the reusable shopping bags ready for I was going to do a grocery shop on the Friday after work.
Come Friday I got ready for work, grabbed my lunch and the shopping bags, and remembered to turn on some lights inside (I have long life, low energy light bulbs) as the sun would be setting around the time I planned to get home. The bathroom light also shines on the steps outside.
Well, once at work I found there was a meeting late afternoon, followed by drinks. Not a problem, I'd leave work a bit later but I'd prepared! I finished work, caught a bus to the supermarket and whizzed around there in record time (new discovery - 5.20pm on Friday is an excellent time to visit the supermarket). I wheeled the trolley out, my taxi pulled up and ..... it started to rain, heavily.
Get back to my place, pay the driver and unload the bags of shopping ready to ferry them down the lovely, steep 54 steps. Odd - no light shining from the bathroom. I figured the bulb had died. Get the first lot of groceries down, unlock the front door and turn on the hall light - nothing happened. None of the lights were working!
Bugger!!! The fuse must have gone. I get the rest of the shopping down - in the dark, in the rain. Now my dear Dad taught me how to change a tap washer, and how to change a tyre but not how to change a fuse. I rang him for advice then rang round the neighbours.
My darling neighbour, Glenda not only had some fuse wire, but knew how to apply it. I took the relevant bit from the fuse box back up the 54 steps, in the rain, and Glenda sorted it out. Back down the steps, in the rain, Hooray!! it worked.
I dryed myself off, fed and soothed a puzzled Zebbycat and poured myself a glass of wine. Bugger #2 - I still had all the groceries to put away .........