Discovering light

About a year ago, the light in one of our house's closets stopped working. There seemed to be a problem with the socket. We never got around to fixing it, seemingly content with fumbling around in the dark when we needed something out of it.

At the end of last week, electricians came to our house to activate the wiring in our new living room. In what seems unlikely to be coincidence, this closet light now works again.

Upon discovering this, my partner and I gazed into the lit closet. "Hey, we have an iron!" I said. He says, "Are those my tennis shoes? I didn't know I had tennis shoes!"

It's like Christmas in July.