OK, so there I am at work today, zooming up and down me ladder as I affix fascia boards, soffiting and guttering to the rear of a customers property.
Pretty soon it started to rain.
Now, good people, fascia-ing, soffit-ing and gutter-ing are not conducive with wet weather. For several reasons.
1. Rain makes your power tools unsafe.
2. The ground on which you work gets muddy. This mud then gets transposed from your shoes onto the rungs of the ladder. So it then gets all over your hands. Then your customers lovely new white fascias and guttering get muddy too as you handle them, even before it's fixed into place.
3. The ladder becomes slippy as does the ground on which it rests.
4. Once the old guttering has been removed, the water just pours in a river straight off the roof directly onto you as you're working precisely at that exact spot to replace what you've just removed.
Anyway, even with all the above disadvantages, my customer was clearly most concerned that I wouldn't continue through the rain so that other workman who had also been contracted to do other things wouldn't be delayed by the late completion of my bit.
Idiotically, I battled on.
So there I was, drenched through, right at the top of my ladder when it happened.
Thunder.
Lightning.
Me. Metal ladder. Ideal lightning conductor. BZZZT!
But do you know what it was that really really got to me? It was this thought.
If I got struck by lightning what a field day the dubs would have with that one!
Apostate struck down by Jehovah!
So, with that, I packed up and went home.
Englishman.