Bulbs and Bicycles

Ed and I headed over to meet the lovely Mrs S and her husband - who had the best doorbell we had ever encountered (an actual bell with a little lever and everything). Mrs S had recently had a stroke and the two of them needed a hand with a couple of small jobs.

Task 1 was to change a light bulb. Simple, right? Well.. not so in this Victorian house. The ceilings were so high that I was extremely thankful to have Ed as my mission buddy. Had I stood atop the step ladder and done my best jumping, I would not have reached the ceiling.

Ed who - by his own admission - is not a fan of heights, was very brave and managed to get the old spotlight bulb out and the new one in as I held the ladder for him.

Task 2 was to get Mrs S's bicycle out of the tool-shed and into the basement, as she wasn't using it at the moment and it was taking up too much space. It was a heavy, steel bike with two enormous panniers which couldn't be removed as the clasps had rusted shut.

This was the anti-tall-person part of the mission as the ceiling down to the basement was very low and I maneuvered the bike, panniers and all, around a cabinet and carefully down the steep steps. All those years of getting bikes in and out of small, awkward sheds finally put to good use.