This happened years ago. All I wanted to do was to change it, but ended up breaking the interior of the rose fitting which housed it. So I had to get a new rose fitting and wire it in place. Naturally I had to turn of the power at the main switch box which was located in the garage. Half way through wiring it in, I heard my brother running down the stairs heading towards the garage knowing full well he was going to flick the cut-off switch back on.
So there I was up a fucking ladder racing against time to wire the bastard rose fitting up before I got a few hundred volts shooting through my hand and straight out my arse. To compound matters. it was summertime and I heard this icecream van approaching, knowing full well that he usually parks outside the house. So going through my head was the thought of me being propelled off the ladder from bolts of electricity, out of the open window to lay outside on the ground partly underneath a fucking icecream van where groups of kids would be dropping their icecream onto me.