"You're rear nearside stop light is out mate."
I thanked my neighbour and inwardly cursed. Having had to admit defeat and take my bike tyre to the bike shop (Well actually I got Mrs BW to do it) it looked like I was going to suffer another blow to my manhood and have to take the car to the garage.
But we Bird watchers are made of sterner stuff! I was not going to be beaten by a bulb and a few screws. I went to our local garage and asked for a bulb for the rear stop light for my car. He disappeared into a back room and a few minutes later emerged clutching two bulbs and an explanation. He started explaining. So I switched off, surfacing as he uttered the words "So you see its very important that you get the right one."
Well I mean its only a bulb, how difficult can it be?