Our fuse box went pop. Anything electrical scares me almost as much as Watership Down. Google wasn't any help. I had a ugly cry little sob in the understairs cupboard and considered whether we even needed electricity really. Then I got a grip, identified a blown light bulb caused it (I think?!), got the ladder (from the dark garden) and changed the bulb. I once lived with a hall with no light for years because I'd rather live in the dark than change a light bulb so this was no small thing for me. Then flipped the fuse box and everything worked again!
Obviously, I'm worried that I've somehow electrified the light switch. Obviously. Plus the ladder is still in the kitchen because I didnt want to go into the dark garden again.
But on a day where I was thinking I can't cope with everything being thrown at me, I'm actually very, very proud of myself. I'm sharing here because I can't tell anyone irl because it's just ridiculous that I feel like this over changing a light bulb and dealing with a fuse box (and dark garden).
So in the words of Heather Small, what have YOU done today to make you feel proud?