One of my kitchen light bulbs exploded last night,
and the remaining three were still in shock this morning, so they refused
to come on. I do sympathise with them; it was rather startling - I just
flicked the switch, there was a bang, and the floor was covered with broken
glass. At least, I assume it was, as I haven't seen it in daylight
yet, or been able to replace the bulb. There certainly were several
nasty-looking shards that I managed to sweep under the table in the dark, not
wanting to pad across the floor in my bare feet to find the dustpan.
So this morning I was forced to make my breakfast
by fridge-light, although the term, 'make my breakfast' is probably misleading;
I have tea and yoghurt. {No, of course not mixed!} I can't be doing with anything more challenging to
assemble at 6.30 am. It would have been easier if the fridge door
would stay open, but it doesn't. So I had to stand with my upper half in the fridge, in order to see where my outstretched arm was pouring
boiling water.
Now I have to buy a new light bulb, which I don't
anticipate will be easy. Most shops no longer sell ordinary bulbs,
because They are trying to make us all purchase totally ineffective 'energy saving'
ones, which take ages to come on, protrude in a most unattractive way above the
lampshade and....oh yeah, are apparently full of mercury, or some such
toxic stuff. If one of them breaks I'll have
more to worry about than cut feet.
