Light my fire

The continuing saga of my father-in-law's new lights. He had said they were far too bright. We went to see him today, and, despite it actually being her idea, mrsfitzbilly wouldn't let us wear sunglasses as we arrived. That's a shame because it might have made a nice Silly Saturday selfie blip.
We sorted his lights, simply by replacing all the bulbs with lower wattage ones. Then I mended his anglepoise lamp - somehow he had managed to mangle the bulb inside the shade! Then we got his torches working by fitting new batteries (it's not rocket science!).
Finally, because I am such a wonderful son-in-law, I replaced the fuelbed and coals in his gas fire. It looks like new now.
Oh, we had KFC for lunch!