Sunday, 18 May 2008
I am the tallest in my church by a long way owing to my relative youth and the fact that I am nearly 2m end to end. Anyhow, this means I always get picked for light bulb detail. Today it was some very high bulbs indeed so it meant a huge ladder and some 'organisation' by the menfolk, and we approached that with unabashed school-boy excitement.
After much 'to me, to you, to me...' down the ladder came from the bell tower over the edge and into the seating area. I went up to inspect bulbs. Since turning 30 I have disliked heights increasingly each year and today with the ladder at a very steep angle I must admit I felt quite scared, but a little fear on my part is better than one of the old ladies attempting it. I trip over stuff on flat floors so a ladder up high was a bit of an ordeal. By default and testing of different bulbs we determined that the bulb was good and the wiring was bad. I have not been invited on to the wiring party as for sure I would trip the whole place and probably kill myself. An appropriate building in which to go though, I suppose.
Anyhow, it was kinda cool to look out over our church from right up in the air and it was nice to receive the thanks of various friends.
I didn't feel coordinated enough to take a pic so you'll just have to imagine.