Come upstairs?

Would you mind coming upstairs with me?
This is not a sentence to be spoken lightly to passing men.
But I’ve used it twice this week.......
The meter for my solar panels is high on a wall on my landing. Of late it has been very temperamental. I’ve had to use that sentence twice this week!
I am simply frightened of climbing the step ladder to reach it on my own. So I ask visiting people to do it for me.
The first man this week was a complete stranger whose car had broken down outside and I gave him a seat in my garden whilst he waited for the RAC for hours. His three lively dogs had a lovely time chasing round and it was good to have some canine company for a while.
He took the request very well, saying he was glad to be able to help me out after all my kindness!
It lasted a couple of days until a thunder storm took the meter out again...and with all this light it seemed a shame to be missing it.
So yesterday my gardener took off his boots to do the honours yet again.
The reaction from people being asked to climb the stairs with me has always been interesting...a sense of humour helps...for them as well as me.
I have thought of having it all lowered as I’ve done with the mains electricity box in the kitchen but placed high on a wall seems the safest way along a fairly narrow corridor.
My domestic peculiarities have been a larger concern than normal this week. But just keeping everything running is one of my daily concerns...
There could be much worse problems to keep me awake at night...but dealing with these small details is keeping me from sinking into torpor in my old age...so I’m not actually grumbling... but not too many probs please God.


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