Right, last thing.
Not only will the owners haunt me forever asking me to change bulbs by the looks of things, but the ghost was def not keen on me returning to pick my tools up the night befre last. Someone said i was brave to stay, but this time, i literally bolted out the door like penguin on a water slide.
Was downstairs just removing an old socket from the skirting for them, when there was the ludest bang and then subsequent crashing and tumbling of stuff upstairs...another loud bang of things sounding like they were al falling over, then total silence....absolutely, 120% bricked it. problem was i left my drill and all my holesaws upstairs in the bathroom, which meant walking the entire length of the landing to get there...for a second, considered leaving them there and adding them to material costs. but i manned up, went upstairs to investigate...and surpirse suprise...nothing, anywhere, had fallen over.
after 3 consecutive B&H on the way home, and half a pack of soft mints i just about calmed down and managed to unclench.
