DIY For the dumb part 4

Monday night. It's..... DIY for the dumb evening.
Tonight's lesson had 7 students all needy souls, desperate to glean the techniques of the DIY initiated.
My fav two woman Cagney and Lacey returned. I think they didn't come last week to avoid the electrical lesson.. Cagney said electric holds no spark of interest for her.
Hahahahaaa, so tonight we did.... ELECTRIC again.
But not just boring dull skirting board stuff. Tonight we were up on the ceiling doing light fittings.
Anyways, really thick canon fodder army man was disappointingly there. I challenged him for saying he wouldn't be there this week. The army medical had taken a lot less time than anticipated. I guess they gave up looking for his brain.
There were two other men, one called Martin who knows NOTHING and writes down every word teach says. And the relatively normal one (who is probably a mad axe murderer)
Cagney and Lacey began to moan about the electrical stuff... And Teach made them wire a plug. After all, they missed it last week :)
I told them I was doing a ten week electric course with Ken soon. They asked me why... I told them, I thought I might meet hot men there (I will do if they electrocute themselves)
Lacey said that she doubted it.
I agreed, these courses seem to have all women or incredibly dense men on them. There was a silent pause and the three of us turned and looked at Martin and Brainless Army guy. We were all thinking the same thing.
Teach came over and taught them how to cut wire with a Stanley knife. (I'm already skilled using a stanley knife of course. Like putty in my hands... if only I could remember not to put it in my pocket with the blade still exposed)
I recalled a sign outside the college that said.. College of excellence and accessibility for Learning Disabilities.
Hmmm, says it all really.
So we wired up a ceiling thingy and talked about changing wires, light fittings, switches... I got confused and decided never to touch any electric ever again. I am however, pretty damn good at screwing things into tiny holes. I have a natural aptitude for such behaviour.
Next Monday is tiling, shame really as it's Halloween and I'm not too sure about leaving the kids on their own. Can get pretty freaky around these parts.
Wouldn't want a kid dressed as Derek Acorah scaring them. Maybe I can get a baby sitter?
Do I need to learn to tile?