This was not supposed to happen. It all started back in 2017 when I had to buy light fixtures for the latest Casa Azahar and, for the most part, I chose well. Simple designs. Or better said, simple EASY TO CLEAN designs. But somehow I kinda really liked that silly chandeliery lamp for my bedroom (top right). No problem, the landlord had his guy come over and install the lights for me and so I wasn’t paying a lot of attention when Tony Black Hands had to remove the mattress on my bed to slide a ladder between the opened drawers… the only way of accessing the fixture.

After that it was enough that the lamp was dusted from time to time from the foot of the bed using a long dustery thing. But for some reason yesterday I decided that the lamp needed a serious damp-cloth cleaning, nothing else would do. Well fuck. FOUR HOURS LATER…

Yes the lamp was looking great but Peter and I were wasted (I could not have done this without his help). Had to almost totally deconstruct the bed, the drawers were emptied and washed, floor swept and mopped and ONLY THEN could the lamp be properly cleaned. After some serious slapstick moments with more than a few bumps, bruises and blue language (while the cats decided this was the best fun they’d had in ages) the deed was done. There was nothing left to do but order take-away pizza and spend the rest of the day netflixing. And yes I know, but you have been warned time and time again that this is the world’s most boring blog. 😉