Lightbulb moment

Suddenly, you realise you're heading home again.

Looking down, you notice you're carrying a plastic bag; reaching tentatively inside, you pull out a box of lightbulbs.

The box doesn't even look new. In fact it's slightly battered and sun-faded.

For a moment, you can't remember buying it. Then, like a memory of a dream, you see yourself paying at the till in the old hardware shop - what's it called again? Ah yes: Armstrong's.

You look at the rest of the stuff in the carrier: boxes of fuses, bags of nails, a can of paint...you can't remember why you need these things. And yet, when you were in the shop they seemed exactly what you wanted. You were delighted to have found them.

And, you realise, that feeling of delight has never really left you.

You put the lightbulbs back in the bag, shrugging off the suspicion that they're the wrong fitting, and head home feeling happy.



Part Two begins here.