I have climbed up a ladder with the fuse in my back pocket as a tactile (*) reminder of proper isolation, tested as dead and then removed and refitted a downstairs light fitting, only for the bulb to come on during re-connection. Oddly the hall light was on the upstairs circuit… You can allow for so much but the odd unforeseen will slip the net if you do enough. (and of course it was dead - that is why I was taking it all to bits anyway.)
Mike.
(*) For some reason as I wrote this I am reminded of the rowan Atkinson Eulogy for Tom Dick and Harry, where the fusion of the senses is important.
I have climbed up a ladder with the fuse in my back pocket as a tactile (*) reminder of proper isolation, tested as dead and then removed and refitted a downstairs light fitting, only for the bulb to come on during re-connection. Oddly the hall light was on the upstairs circuit… You can allow for so much but the odd unforeseen will slip the net if you do enough. (and of course it was dead - that is why I was taking it all to bits anyway.)
Mike.
(*) For some reason as I wrote this I am reminded of the rowan Atkinson Eulogy for Tom Dick and Harry, where the fusion of the senses is important.
