My car headlight bulb was broken. Out. (Just as well I had a spare set in the car.) I noticed it last night after carols, so I went to a friend this morning and asked if he could fix it for me sometime today. Of course he said yes. Only, he and his family had loads to do and we were running out of daylight, so, in the pouring rain, I opened the bonnet of the car, yelled for David to bring a torch and a large umbrella, and, with the aid of the instruction book for the car, I took the light bulb out. Then discovered it was the WRONG one.
Heaven knows who designed the lights for cars, and the contraptions holding them in. And the pile of other mechanical whatsits in the way so my tiny delicate hands can't begin to work properly in the space available.
There was much muttering and dramatic sighing. Not to mention fiddling in the bowels of the engine.
And a few choice words directed towards the sky and the man who USED to be around to do these things.
I should not know how to change halogen light bulbs in my car.
I should just be able to smile sweetly and bat the eye lashes and it would be done in a flash.
Where was I......
Back under the bonnet I went, and the next light thingy was even more tricky to access. But I did. I also discovered that "release the spring" does not necessarily mean "dismantle the spring entirely". That took some time to re-assemble.
So, with David now checking the angle of the new bulb and comparing it with the other one and me fogging up my glasses, trying to balance springs, connectors, bulbs and a torch to see what I was doing, hair falling in the eyes at the same time as the cowl was suffocating me and the hood was falling off and I was WET......
I live such an exciting life.
I can announce with not one shred of glee, that I changed the headlight bulb in my car. It works.
But I really wish that I did not know how to do it at all.
And that it had not been raining all the time I was out there.