Outside the front door

I went to the theatre with some friends this evening to see Phillip Pullman's I Was a Rat. In some ways it was similar to a pantomime and had themes of Cinderalla, the central character was a boy who used to be a rat. But alongside the dance and song there were darker themes of belonging, blame, victimisation running through it.

Anyway it was getting towards 11 p.m. and as I my aim is to achieve my consecutive 365 I found myself outside the house (in my dressing gown!) looking for something to photograph. I hope the neighbours didn't spot me but I rather like lights glowing through a window or door at night.