I am single. And I live alone. Most of the time neither of these things are an issue. From the living alone perspective, I am a pretty handy person and can sort out most things round the house. I like to see myself as quite resourceful.
But every now and then, something happens that makes me feel utterly helpless.
A light bulb has blown in my lounge. No issues you say. Hmmmmm. Well I bought a new bulb, got out the ladder and went to unscrew the light shade and I can't get the damn thing off. I have tried millions of ways.
That was three weeks ago.
Ladder is still in lounge as testament to my defeat, and to be honest I am also leaving it there so that next time someone comes by I can grab them and make them do it!
I want to say that I will refuse to let the light shade get the better of me, but as I sit in the dark each evening, I fear it already has.
But every now and then, something happens that makes me feel utterly helpless.
A light bulb has blown in my lounge. No issues you say. Hmmmmm. Well I bought a new bulb, got out the ladder and went to unscrew the light shade and I can't get the damn thing off. I have tried millions of ways.
That was three weeks ago.
Ladder is still in lounge as testament to my defeat, and to be honest I am also leaving it there so that next time someone comes by I can grab them and make them do it!
I want to say that I will refuse to let the light shade get the better of me, but as I sit in the dark each evening, I fear it already has.