September 25th 2020
Today I had a real lightbulb moment, where I really broke a lightbulb for a moment. And then I broke it forever, too. Actually, it was broken forever after the first moment, but I just wanted that play on words to hold up.
Really, holding up was the issue. Okay, this is a stretch now. REally, though, stretching was the issue.
Okay! Basically, I was changing my bedsheets and when I flicked the duvet to straighten it out (you know, like you do) I whacked the lightbulb on the ceiling and it hasn’t worked since.
Also, I don’t really know how to fix it. That’s not really something I’m ever going to be strong at. I untwisted it and then twisted it back in, but that didn’t really do much.
I think that either above my fridge or in my airing cupboard there are some spare lightbulbs that I could attempt to fix if I was that kind of person.
Until tomorrow, alas, I am not that kind of person.