Light of my life

This is a very sad tale, but it ends happily (at least I hope it will)

I have owned this light for 8 years - a 1970's glass lampshade bought from a mid century modern design fair, it was one I hoped would one day hang in my dream house, and in 2009, it did just that. It hung in my kitchen diner, happily, living its life, lighting up the room in a wonderful orange glow. Then...last week as JJ packed up his bag for Glastonbury, he headed out into the garden shed to make some welly hangers with a long stick. Now...he claims that he merely turned around carrying the stick, but I am convinced I heard the "whoosh" of some sort of kung fu move...and as I heard this sound I also heard a smash...HE HAD BROKEN THE ORANGE LIGHT. And I cried. In retrospec this does seem a tad meladramatic really as it was just a light...but it was a light I believed couldn't be replaced and I didn't believe there would be another one out there.

But boy, was I wrong.

I dont even know what I typed into ebay (um, 1970s orange light perhaps?) but up on my screen I saw the same orange light for sale. What were the chances that someone would end up selling the very same light that JJ broke THAT week? Fate was intervening and of course, through an incredibly tense moment, I bid on the light...and won. So the light is now on its way and unless it breaks in transit, it will be back in its rightful place and all harmony will be restored.

Two big lessons have been learnt from this drama: me - that objects arent really that important and can be replaced, and JJ - that he cant be trusted with a big stick.