332. Cheeky woman

 As I am holding my head in my hands, screaming in desperation a man is  putting a new lock on our door. A huge gigantic blue truck drives into our narrow street. And of course he gets stuck. If you want to drive down our cobbled street you need to go to the town hall and register and pay and goodness knows what else. Sore memories for me so now when I see someone who does not go by the book I simply go out and shout at them. 

So I do. It’s a blue truck. So far so good. I’m thinking it’s some foreigner lost because he has followed the GPS. It’s a really really big truck and it got where it is because the driver used bits of the pavement. 

It stops right under the street light. One guy comes out. Two of them are in a kind of cart which is attached to an arm and the whole device is sitting on the back of the truck. I think they might be firemen trying to catch a cat or a granny from an attic window. Or they’re here to rescue a man taking a stroll on the rooftops before he falls into my neighbour’s garden. 

A low whirring sound starts echoing in between the old houses. I check my house for any crumbling walls. Then look at the cart elevating the two men - dressed in blue too (maybe they’re shooting a film? A comedy?) - and then I get it. This is the electricity board sent by the town council to fix the street light that has been bothering Muddy Boots for at least 4 years now.

I nod at the man on the ground. 

‘So all this just to change a lightbulb?’

He looks at me shocked to hear such cheek from a mere passer-by. I run back inside the house before he gets a chance to give me an answer. I’m laughing to myself and when I tell my husband he is shocked too to hear such cheek from his wife.