Mike came in yesterday from work and said "I have another repair job for you." I looked at his coat and saw a large tear and down filling leaking out.
"No problem, I'm sewing up your tweeds, so just put it in the pile".
He twisted around to see where I was pointing. "Oh, I didn't see that." he said. "Actually I meant this fence tester need re-wiring"
I love that my husband sees me as a competent bodger of minor tools. "Sure, glad to do it." I probably had a little pride in my voice. And nonchalance. Like 'Of course, it is so simple for me'. I was still coming off my high of repairing the ram raddle harness with a leather repair kit I bought over the internet. (A great investment of £14 by the way)
Raddle harness - another quality bodge by yours truly
I looked at the tester. "Have we got any electrical tape?"
"Yeah, in the back shed somewhere" he said " But the light bulb's gone again"
"OK, I'll change the bulb in the morning and look for the tape" I said
"And I think we need a new starter for the strip light in the kitchen. It's slow to turn on. I finished pouring a cup of tea last night in the dark by the time it came on".
Slow is not broken. I'm not fixing it until the light won't come on. But I made a mental note to pick up a starter when I'm in town. And possibly electrical tape.
"Use the light over the stove for now" I said.
"That bulb's gone too." Mike said
Of course it is. OK - starter, tape, bulb..."I'd better make a list or I'll forget. Can you hand me a pen?" I was still trying to thread a needle to start fixing his tweeds.
I heard shuffle, shuffle, clatter..."Jen...none of these pens work..."
If anyone's coming to visit us soon, we're easy to find. Just look for the house with no lights on. And if you could bring some candles and a pen I'd be really grateful