Not entirely because of the war, but I'm sure in part, I'm driven by the worst-case scenario. So two difficult-to-reach lightbulbs in my house need changing, and I'm worried about going up a ladder because of all the Terrible Things that could happen. I could fall off, alone in the house. I could - even worse - fall off the ladder and straight down the stairs (one is the top of the stairs uplighter).
I worry. It's my heritage. It's my destiny.
And I feel foolish asking people who come round to help me, so I ... do nothing. But it was only one lightbulb up until now, and now it's two; and it's getting dark.
Nu?
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