Continuing on from Fate part deux. The tumble dryer on Freecycle and the lighting engineer that came to pick it up, a tricky time in the loft and then it got worse.
We had fixed the supporting piece of wood in the loft and put the loft boards back where they belonged. The loft was still a mess because all of the contents were now scattered and messed up more than usual but, these things happen.
Now I’m not sure I’d mentioned the intended location for this light.
Imagine a staircase with three turns and a typical Victorian ceiling height.
When we moved into the house and had it rewired we had moved the position of the light fitting so that it hung more centrally over the staircase. This made it harder to change bulbs and reach the light fitting, but we didn’t think about that, we just looked at it aesthetically.
This is why Chris (the good looking young lighting engineer) happened to be in the house. Dave and I had no clue how we’d get to the ceiling without suffering severe vertigo and risking our lives.
Chris and I had discussed how to reach the ceiling and we’d set up something to make it happen.
There was an extending ladder (from the garage) balanced on one of the staircase turns and a stepladder (also from the garage) on one of the other turns. Chris had brought a substantial three metre lump of wood which was then balanced between the ladder and the stepladder. This provided a platform that was about four foot below the light fixing point.
The wood that Chris had brought with him had been lying out in his garden, and this meant that, while we were manoeuvring it around the house, this soggy wood was marking our ivory/cream (magnolia) walls.
Chris crawled along the wood and then sat, with two kilos worth of light, on a soggy piece of wood precariously balanced between ladders.
The next step was to fit a small piece of of metal to the ceiling. To reach the ceiling adequately Chris found he needed to kneel on the soggy wood.
That’s enough for tonight…more another time.
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