As someone whose attempts to carry out the simplest DIY have long been regarded by Lynda as comic highlights of the week, I get a delicious pleasure when even a simple repair goes well.
Something happened in the Pump Room this morning. I spent an hour or two playing Don Quixote to the windmill, expending energy and emotion, getting nowhere.
A phone call produced the simplest of suggestions: “Have you turned the black valve by the first pump to the off position?”
I left the Pump Room in a state of mild euphoria.
I could conquer Everest.
Or even hang a picture!
Downe never fails to delight.