The scene of the near heart attack

Not a brilliant photo, but a story which has to be told.

Relaxing tonight - lots of candles lit. I was sitting tonight below the lovely mirror which Jim made for me, and I was half dozing, when this THING hit the back of my neck and went down the back of my sweater. A mouse? A bat?.......

I shot up like a rocket, screaming and flicking whatever it was out of my neck. It only took me a few seconds to realise that it was the candle which had decided to collapse and pour its wax on the hapless wifie sitting below it.

Good God.

My mother had an appropriate expression for this sensation - "I nearly shit a brick with my name on it".

........... normal service may be resumed tomorrow.