Saturday, March 18, 2006
Greased Lighting
8:02 am | 
Posted by
Cat |
So I have this lightbulb, see...and it has blown.
It is currently sitting in its socket mocking me.
"Change it" I hear you say.
Let me tell you, this is no ordinary lightbulb. I remember changing it once before and thinking 'Lord may this bulb never blow again whilst I'm living here'...I'm sure Job never encountered a test like this....
This lightbulb has the will of a puppy on a new leash.
It refuses to budge.
I don't need to go to the gym today because I have sweated and laboured over a stinking lightbulb! It is still stuck up there! Now I can be stubborn at times myself, so collectively, I've probably worked at this thing for a good hour - twisting, turning, pushing, cursing...
Each time I stop after either:
Yours in darkness...
xxx
It is currently sitting in its socket mocking me.
"Change it" I hear you say.
Let me tell you, this is no ordinary lightbulb. I remember changing it once before and thinking 'Lord may this bulb never blow again whilst I'm living here'...I'm sure Job never encountered a test like this....
This lightbulb has the will of a puppy on a new leash.
It refuses to budge.
I don't need to go to the gym today because I have sweated and laboured over a stinking lightbulb! It is still stuck up there! Now I can be stubborn at times myself, so collectively, I've probably worked at this thing for a good hour - twisting, turning, pushing, cursing...
Each time I stop after either:
- becoming concerned that the glass will shatter at the force
- realising that I'm playing with an electrical socket with wires hanging out of my ceiling...
Yours in darkness...
xxx
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and meanwhile some of us are waiting for more eyecandy at justdoingitforthelove.com...so much so that we have more time to think of ellaborate headings for our entries...