Things that go bump in the night

Dear George,

I've loved reading your last couple of blog entries and i'm glad you're enjoying the Podcasts.  Sadly my co-host is away on holiday so i'll be getting in a guessed host this week...if i can find someone who'll work for tea and biscuits...  It's still very warm over here, 19*C with clear skies.  My train has been on time everyday this week so far and a first class stamp is 46p.

The other night I fell down the stairs on my way back from visiting the little boys’ room in the middle of the night.  It was most embarrassing.  I don’t know if you remember the lay out of my place,  at the top of the stairs one would turn left to enter directly into my bedroom and if one is to turns to the right, there are a couple more steps to the landing, other bedrooms and the bathroom.

So it was that somewhere in the early hours of the morning I came bounding out of the loo heading for the bedroom and my cosy bed…that was of course until I missed the first step.  I suppose it was more of a slip because i kind of fell backward and i threw out my arms to a grab at some imaginary support beam in front of me.  With my arms flailing in front of me i realised that i was about to crash head first into my new full length mirror... i'd only just hung on the wall!!! In that moment i came to the conclusion that picking shattered glass from my skull was not how i wanted to spend the rest of my night, so with as much effort i could manage i swung away from the mirror... Now my back was facing the stairs and i could see myself in the mirror.  I still hadn't caught my balance and got to watch myself fall backwards.  I grasped at the banister to stop myself plummeting and after three attempts i finally managed to stop myself from reaching the bottom of the stairs.

There i lay, on my back half way down the stairs in y superman boxer shorts.  Some how i'd pulled a bed sheet that was drying on the banister on top of me.  My legs and arms started to hurt a little bit, i'd managed not to hit my head and i was pretty sure i hadn't broken anything.  I let out a little chuckle to myself, thanked God no one was in the house to see me and climbed back up the stairs and crawled into bed...  I guess it was lucky i wasn't hurt because no one else was in that night and i could well have been lying there until Monday evening before anybody came home but i can laugh about it now...especially when i remember the look on my face as i fell backwards...i looked a mixture of confused and helpless.  Now i am not to be left on my own and a good thing too... i'm going to a party tonight, who knows what mischief i'll get into when i return home in the dead of night...

Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave