My roommate nearly got himself electrocuted today. 'Cause when it's dark outside and you need to change a light bulb, what do you do? You turn on all the lights in the chandelier you're working on, of course! And then get a healthy zap of 230 Volts.

He's fine, a bit "shocked" (ba-dum-ts!), and worried about how many fuses he turned off, but fine. And that's good, 'cause I'd have to kill him if I found him dead on the floor >:(

And it's exactly why I'm overpossessive on any flat conservation tasks that include electricity, water or using a spanner in any way. My flatmates can't be trusted, they'll only hurt themselves. Or break stuff.

*phew*