Fifty Shades of Mr G

Mr G had lost hope that I was coming today, believing I was going to arrive at 6 pm. I stuck to my mission confirmation schedule which said 7 pm. Disappointed, Mr G was planning to have a bath, and my entry had him caught off guard. He announced to me he needed to dress up, so I froze walking upstairs and didn't dare to turn my head in his direction until he told me he was ready to be seen.

I entered the bathroom. Fresh water was in the bath, the light was on, and the lampshade was missing. Mr G handed me a plastic disc I was supposed to screw into the ceiling. The ceiling was, well, at a ceiling level, and I was, well, short. My knees refused to bend adequately after my yesterday's tumble onto the pavement at the Hedge of Eternity in Acton Town. I wrote two paragraphs of intro about my grudge against that capricious plant bringing me misfortune in the last two weeks but I deleted them as irrelevant to this story, therefore saving you from reading that nonsense. All you need to know is that I needed a step-ladder which I found in the landing.

Mr G gave me a slotted screwdriver as he couldn't find any other. All three screws had Phillips heads, but one of them didn't have a washer. It was bought as a replacement for the screw Mr G had dropped on the floor where it was consumed by Oblivion and never found. I slowly climbed the step ladder and attached the screws. Everything fitted nicely.

"You deserve a medal!" - Mr G

Sometimes GoodGymmers bring the light, sometimes they bring shade. I left Mr G in less than 15 minutes, hoping the water in his bath was still nice and hot, so he could relax, and not have the bare fluorescent lightbulb bombarding his eyes.