Stair

A wee while after we moved, I came home late. I don't turn on any unnecessary lights. I usually navigate to bed by memory after brushing my teeth upstairs.

Dazzled by the bathroom light (not my teeth) I turned right after my son's room and stepped into - I thought - our bedroom. But I hadn't quite gone far enough and in fact stepped out into the pitch dark stairwell.

I won't do that again. It was nothing like Indianna Jones' leap of faith. At least I made it down vaguely upright and alive.

I'm sure there's a few lessons in there.