Yet another bloody light bulb story
I was putting in a light, as you do, and it wasn't 'allowed' to just hang down from the ceiling spot where the architect had decided a light should be. No, it had to be halfway across the ceiling, with a big long wire connected to the ceiling socket and running across the ceiling to the 'right' place.
Can you tell this wasn't my idea?
Anyway, I connected the blue and brown wires to the appropriate ones in the extension wire I had and sealed the ceiling connection bit up nicely. Then I went over to where the light was going to hang and got ready to wire it in.
No idea what I was thinking, but I think it was this . . "It is dark, the light is off, therefore it is switched off"
So, the wire was too long and what did I do, totally unthinkingly? Grabbed a bloody modelling knife and cut the blimmin' end off!!
"BANG!!" went the wire in my hand, out went every other light in the house, "ARG!!" went I as I fell off my chair in shock. It certainly woke me up. I dread to think what might have happened if the chair had not happened to have rubber caps on the feet. The knife blade was broken off and scorched to all hell, the plastic bits were melted round it too. Yikes.
(foolish_child, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 2:23, Reply)