Remember the lovely lamp that OneFor bought me after he broke mine in a fit of pique?*
I bought the wrong bulbs three times; my numerical dyslexia not allowing me to remember the simple one letter three number combination for the time it takes me to get from the flat to the hardware shop (5 minutes). I eventually hit on the right ones this evening and bought 2, just in case. Came home, screwed one in, flipped the switch and watched it light up - for all of two fucking seconds before the bulb blew. Tried the second one, optimist that I am. A barely audible pop - the sound of my triumphant bubble bursting.
*sigh*
*It may have just been that he's a clumsy shite. The details are hazy.
I bought the wrong bulbs three times; my numerical dyslexia not allowing me to remember the simple one letter three number combination for the time it takes me to get from the flat to the hardware shop (5 minutes). I eventually hit on the right ones this evening and bought 2, just in case. Came home, screwed one in, flipped the switch and watched it light up - for all of two fucking seconds before the bulb blew. Tried the second one, optimist that I am. A barely audible pop - the sound of my triumphant bubble bursting.
*sigh*
*It may have just been that he's a clumsy shite. The details are hazy.
