He amazes me, my husband. You ask him to replace the hall light that has, for over a decade, shed little light and made your hallway look like a weirdly tiny version of a castle in Transyvlania — and he gets out a screwdriver, and does it.
No one was injured in the making of this small house improvement. If it had been me doing it, someone would have been.

Nice to have a handy husband, isn’t it? Mine’s handy and tall, too. When I need him to reach for something waaaay up somewhere, I say, “Um, I need your highness.”
I’ll remember that. He’s scandinavian, isn’t he? Handy, practical, good with lighting.
Marvellous! Our hall light hasn’t come on for at least five years. You wouldn’t like to send him round, would you?
As long as I could come with him, and say things like, “Be careful, be careful, don’t tip over!!!”
your hallway looks lovely