Saturday, 28 January 2012
The Inconvenience of being single
The last time this happened (the landing one this time), one of my neighbours - the one who does my decorating - was prevailed upon to come and 'deal' with it.
He is tall and used to electric work, replacing wiring etc but, it took him about 10 minutes to work out how to open the cover, and several attempts before he could detach and replace the dead battery.
I do not subscribe to the gender job specification which was the accepted norm when I grew up, but my late husband was 6 foot 4 inches tall and happy with all things electric so he had merely to reach up a hand to the ceiling and could easily 'fix' whatever was wrong in seconds. I, on the other hand, as may have been mentioned before, am technically inept and additionally, unable to cope with heights - so no ladders - and was happy to leave him to it.
He had a phenomenal memory for places, even towns we had visited only once and since after a drive of maybe two hours or so, the only thought in my mind was, "where's the loo?", he had also acquired a near-photographic memory for the exact location of said convenience wherever we were and could drive to within a yard or so unerringly.
He would happily sit at his desk for hours while I worked in the garden and it was only when I needed his extra strength to dig out a root, or saw through a branch that I needed to call on him.
I do not drive, he did. I cannot sit and read an instruction manual for TV or similar devices and make sense of it, he could.
There are a million small daily practical jobs for which I have no natural aptitude, but have had to acquire some.
This morning, I dragged out the two-step ladder and leaning against the hall/sitting room door frame, contrived to reach up undo the cover, remove the old battery and replace it in......less than a minute!
One gigantic step for woman. Well, this woman anyway.;